Party animals

At people’s parties
i go out for air
not snobbish
just at a loss, if you please,
for clever conversation
my two cents has not risen
with the inflation rate
You’re Too Quiet
i am told
Smile more
i know…i bring it on myself
sitting in some dim corner
sipping something
i am the subject of queer backward glances
and occasional snorts of derision

on freer days
away from forced bonhomie,
i may be, say, in a waiting room.
no one speaks
they are bent on their devices
or they are too old and sad and want to go home.
i remember I’m Too Quiet,
so i speak to a woman who sits alone.
i remark about the long wait.
then, i am sorry, i have disturbed her.
she does not acknowledge.
i am mortified.
i wonder what she is like
at parties.
from the room’s far end,
another has seen
this failed exchange.
she actually sees me,
shakes her head.
i feel better now.


  1. S_MW says:

    I used to love parties.
    I stopped going because I found I was going out for air
    more than I was inside, mingling.

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  2. So you do find someone who gets you… This is my story too at parties 😁

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  3. gizzylaw says:

    You just described my spouse!

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    1. Lee Dunn says:

      There’s one in every crowd.

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      1. gizzylaw says:

        Head on over to my blog. I have gotten some good news.

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      2. Lee Dunn says:

        I smiled as I started reading it.

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      3. gizzylaw says:

        Thank you, Lee. This may be my 15 minutes of fame. I’ll take it. ===snort===

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