You really think that people all go to parties to enjoy themselves.
This is so extroverted and victim blaming at the same time. How the fuck do you know why some introvert ended up being trapped at a party full of strangers? Some of my more horrible memories are of having just such an inexorable social obligation to fulfill without any way out. It is one of the most painful burdens of my life, in fact, because there is literally nothing I can do but lose. Either try to protect myself at the occasion (by retreating as best I can) and be labeled a pathetic selfish miserable wretch who can’t be bothered to rise to a social occasion, put on a rictus mask of false enjoyment and drain myself to the very dregs and take days to recover, stay at home and be labeled the first thing but in a more condescending pitying way, or – my most dreaded scenario – have a full on physical and emotional meltdown in public that involves crying hysterically and uncontrollably. Which also will be totally misunderstood by extroverts.
And you know what? There is NOTHING WRONG with introverts. We are not socially defective damaged extroverts. We are FINE. We just don’t like the things you like. We rather think of you as shallow distraction-seekers who live unexamined lives and are afraid to be alone with yourselves. We’re sorry we have to live in what has to be one of the, if not the, most extroverted cultures of all time, and be misinterpreted and judged and found wanting simply for being our frankly perfectly valuable selves.
So there.