Thoughts on the biker party

After thinking about the "biker party" I have come to the conclusion that I was a bit unfair. The people were not all that bad. Actually they weren't bad at all. It was me. I was uncomfortable. It was not ghetto, at least not all that ghetto. See, I'm playing catch up in the social game, so social situations irk me. They make me nervous. Too many men make me nervous (what we dream about is totally different from reality ;) I did not have a good time. As I'm forming my social reality, I've found out that I enjoy movies, concerts, and museums -- that sort of thing. But I can't help to think if I was smaller would I have had a good time? Probably so. it hit me that i'm not comfortable in my own skin. and that's nobody's fault, but my own.