What is the deal with parties? I suppose being a Meyers Briggs INTJ personality type does make me a bit anti-social at the best of times, but I have never really gotten into parties. I do really like the company of others, and even a small soiree can be enjoyable, but people going hard at it on mass just freaks me out.
I have never been to or thrown a big party that I have really enjoyed, does that make me sad? Other people seem to love parties and large group functions, I on the other hand, find them really trying and generally awkward. This is quite weird in itself, because in general I am not uncomfortable with speaking to large groups of people, I even won a public speaking award in high school, but when the music gets loud and the people get louder, I find myself searching out the nearest exit.
I would go so far as to say that I find most parties over-rated and boring. You have to be really smashed to get anything out of them, and when I get that smashed I don't really remember a lot of what was going on, and what I do remember makes me cringe because I was a total tool by that stage. How is that good? What am I missing here?
I have always felt like a bit of a social pariah when it comes to parties. Firstly, because I don't get it, period, I just don't get it. And secondly, because I feel like I need to talk to all of the people that are clearly having a shitty time of it like me, and they are generally either really boring or incredibly bored and not in the mood for conversation. There are no happy mediums at parties, you're either going at it hard or not going at it much at all. The day after, the 'going at it harder's' are the one's who are saying things like "yeah, didn't get in until 5am and was so wasted that I yakked on the cat and slept in the laundry basket." The 'not going at it harder's' say things like "it was okay, pretty typical, I was home before midnight." Either way, not very appealing to me.
And you just know that if you are joining the ranks of the wasters that the next day is also going to have those terrible side effects that only come with partying like it's 1999, like no money in your wallet, a blinder of a headache and a vague recollection of you telling everyone how amazing you are. Fucking brilliant! And don't even get me started on surprise parties, good lord, that is like the equivalent of hemorrhoids for me.
No, it has nothing to do with me getting old either, I have always been a party pooper, for as long as I can remember. Small gatherings and one on one has always been more my style, and I doubt that that will ever change.
I have never been to or thrown a big party that I have really enjoyed, does that make me sad? Other people seem to love parties and large group functions, I on the other hand, find them really trying and generally awkward. This is quite weird in itself, because in general I am not uncomfortable with speaking to large groups of people, I even won a public speaking award in high school, but when the music gets loud and the people get louder, I find myself searching out the nearest exit.
I would go so far as to say that I find most parties over-rated and boring. You have to be really smashed to get anything out of them, and when I get that smashed I don't really remember a lot of what was going on, and what I do remember makes me cringe because I was a total tool by that stage. How is that good? What am I missing here?
I have always felt like a bit of a social pariah when it comes to parties. Firstly, because I don't get it, period, I just don't get it. And secondly, because I feel like I need to talk to all of the people that are clearly having a shitty time of it like me, and they are generally either really boring or incredibly bored and not in the mood for conversation. There are no happy mediums at parties, you're either going at it hard or not going at it much at all. The day after, the 'going at it harder's' are the one's who are saying things like "yeah, didn't get in until 5am and was so wasted that I yakked on the cat and slept in the laundry basket." The 'not going at it harder's' say things like "it was okay, pretty typical, I was home before midnight." Either way, not very appealing to me.
And you just know that if you are joining the ranks of the wasters that the next day is also going to have those terrible side effects that only come with partying like it's 1999, like no money in your wallet, a blinder of a headache and a vague recollection of you telling everyone how amazing you are. Fucking brilliant! And don't even get me started on surprise parties, good lord, that is like the equivalent of hemorrhoids for me.
No, it has nothing to do with me getting old either, I have always been a party pooper, for as long as I can remember. Small gatherings and one on one has always been more my style, and I doubt that that will ever change.
THE GAME
Release Date: 1997
Rating: M
Running Time: 129 mins
Directed by David Fincher, this American mystery drama showcases Michael Douglas's ability to deliver edgy and unpredictable story lines extremely well. This is hands down my favourite of Douglas' films and preceded all of his creepy sexual-murderous movies that had me reeling at his complete waste of talent.
A wealthy investment banker named Nicholas Van Orton (Douglas) receives an unusual birthday gift from his younger brother Conrad (Sean Penn). The gift is a voucher for a "game" offered by a company called Consumer Recreation Services (CRS) and Conrad swears that this game will change Nicholas' life. The "game" involves willing participation in a live-action personalized game that will offer the player 'whatever is missing' from their real life. The game gradually and subtly meshes with Nicholas' actual life, rapidly blurring the lines between reality and fiction.
This is an intriguing and atmospheric film, with Douglas and Penn bringing some real sophistication to the script. The pace will keep you interested and the slowly revealed layers are solid, overall this is a fabulous thriller where the manipulator gets a sense of what it feels like to be manipulated.
FINAL SAY: Discovering the object of the game is the object of the game.
3.5 Chili Peppers
Release Date: 1997
Rating: M
Running Time: 129 mins
Directed by David Fincher, this American mystery drama showcases Michael Douglas's ability to deliver edgy and unpredictable story lines extremely well. This is hands down my favourite of Douglas' films and preceded all of his creepy sexual-murderous movies that had me reeling at his complete waste of talent.
A wealthy investment banker named Nicholas Van Orton (Douglas) receives an unusual birthday gift from his younger brother Conrad (Sean Penn). The gift is a voucher for a "game" offered by a company called Consumer Recreation Services (CRS) and Conrad swears that this game will change Nicholas' life. The "game" involves willing participation in a live-action personalized game that will offer the player 'whatever is missing' from their real life. The game gradually and subtly meshes with Nicholas' actual life, rapidly blurring the lines between reality and fiction.
This is an intriguing and atmospheric film, with Douglas and Penn bringing some real sophistication to the script. The pace will keep you interested and the slowly revealed layers are solid, overall this is a fabulous thriller where the manipulator gets a sense of what it feels like to be manipulated.
FINAL SAY: Discovering the object of the game is the object of the game.
3.5 Chili Peppers
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