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  • Our neighbor directly across from us gave us a slip of paper recently inviting us to their block party. It said they couldn't get us on their e-vite for some reason. Mind you in February we will have lived across from them for 8 years. Other years they had this block party and we were never invited. So I didn't respond as I was suspicious. Why invite us now? Are they selling something or is there a political plug?

    The neighbor caught my husband in the yard. Are we coming? "I guess so," he said.

    He tells me it would be neighborly to go. Neighborly? We've been their neighbors 7 years and this year they invite us? Past years I've seen all the other neighbors walking over there. Isn't that a snub? How long do you have to live here to be part of the club?

    Anyway, we went. I only knew two people, our next door neighbors who were friendly the first two years then it stopped. The wife doesn't like me. O.k. Maybe I did get a little tipsy one night but I had started an anti-depressant and didn't realize the effect the wine would have. So, shoot me.

    My husband knew a few people because he walks the dog and because he's retired now, so he is home. Also, as my son likes to say, "Dad likes to talk to random people."

    My son and I are introverts.

    So my husband and I went to the party. I had to have my husband point out the hosts as I had no idea who they were. None of the neighbors knew us but all knew each other (maybe from the annual block party?)

    From there it went downhill for me. In these situations I am painfully introverted. And I do mean, painfully. I'm ok with one or two people I know. Or in my job, as it is directed interactions. But random conversations with random people in large groups? That's when I realize how introverted I am. I sort of "get" autism, - not wanting to make eye contact, feeling your skin crawl from the sheer numbers of people and sensory input, all the myriad of meaningless conversations. "I'm the youngest child, I'm the oldest child, I'm a middle child." Wow, fascinating. Snore.

    People were talking about each other and the neighborhood and their kids and I had no idea what they were talking about. I'm constantly working and I never see these people, would not recognize them on the street. I made the mistake of drinking a cream soda rather than the wine. I really needed a couple margaritas and a good hostess would have seen that! The whole time I'm thinking, "I'm so uncomfortable, I'm so uncomfortable." Plus my husband had locked our house and had the keys so I couldn't slip away.

    After a respectable amount of time I got the keys and left. I told my husband to tell them I had a headache, which was true. That gave him an out from being embarrassed by my early exit. (Although he's used to me). I briefly looked for the hostess but not finding her I thought, "What the hell." She really should have passed out margaritas.

    The really ironic thing is we will be putting our house on the market this month.

    So...NOW you want to be neighborly..NOW you want to get to know us?

    My husband is still over there.

    He likes talking to random people.
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