Have you ever entered a room and felt completely unwelcome there? Like you didn’t belong at all? Because I have a thousand times. I feel that way at parties. But I feel that way the most in the company of Christians. I hadn’t felt that way in a long time, and I had almost forgotten the feeling, so I guess it was time to remind myself. Why do I even try, sometimes?
It makes me feel like I’m not good enough. Because I’m not part of the elite. I have differing opinions. And it makes me want to run away completely.
After my mom died, I stopped getting invited to things. It felt like no one wanted me around. I never knew if my original group of friends was doing anything. But if I invite some of them to do anything, the ones who weren’t invited get upset. And the odds of anyone showing up are slim, at best. They ask me to have more great ideas, but only so they can take them as their own. But I’m not playing the blame game here.
Because, if I get invited, there’s a 75% chance I won’t go. Partly because I might be working. Or maybe I’ll already have plans. Or maybe I’m just not interested. But whenever I am interested, I feel like I don’t belong anyway. It just makes it all very draining.
I used to do a lot. I used to plan things and attend things and have a lot of fun. But then I moved the south. And I’ve started making my life smaller and smaller, till almost no one fits in it anymore. So maybe it’s my fault that I’m not good enough.
My 90s party was better anyway.