Thoughts After the Party
Use your camera.
I forgot this on Sunday, went to a party that grew bigger and bigger, and as it grew I found myself feeling more and more out of sorts, knowing there'd come a moment where I'd have to start making an effort, one conversation would end, people would drift to other conversations, I'd have to do the same, and it's that moment, that moment where I now have to insert myself into another group's conversation, that I find abhorrent, that stretches my social skills to their very limit.
What I should've done is just use my camera.
That's what I did back when I was socially inept, when I couldn't jump into a group of strangers and work my way into whatever they were talking about.
I've got the skills, now, but not the will.
But I have my camera. Just now, right before I started writing this, it came to me.
I could've taken pictures of everyone there. Instead of this year-old shot of Alex (which I rather like, make no mistake) I could've posted some pictures of the people at the party, people I hadn't met, people I would've gotten to know ever so slightly by looking at them through my lens.
Might be time to get a stupid tattoo on my forearm, SHOOT, just to remind me when I need reminding.