Chuck’s Party, Pt. 1
I feel very uncomfortable at parties. I am not very good at self-introduction to strangers or small talk. Often preferring silence to forced conversation for the sake of societal convention, I have a difficult time feigning interest in the weather or in the details of the life of a stranger who I may never see again. In short, more often than not, I would rather be walking the dog, but this time, I knew I had to be there and I attended with only my infant daughter as a companion.
The room was filled with 50 people, none of whom I had seen before, but with her, I was comfortable. People approached us. They asked me questions about something I have interest in (her) and I did not have to talk about how mild a winter is has been. In the end, it was not as bad as it could have been and it would only get better once my wife and son arrived.
Meanwhile, Chuck was making the rounds as if he was a groom on his wedding day, only he was sober and wearing jeans.
I imagine his conversations were a lot less awkward on his wedding day too.