An insight into the introvert mind
I glanced around at the girls around me. Some were dancing, some were laughing and some were chatting by the bar. Looking at them I felt detached, like an outsider looking at a tv screen.
Looking at my outfit a couple of hours ago, I signed. I was so looking forward to this event. I had seen the ad a couple of weeks ago on Instagram. It was a themed all-girls party. They were going to rent an exclusive venue, get dressed up, and dance the night away. I bought my ticket straight away.
For weeks I agonised over what to wear. Googling outfit inspirations, makeup guides, and hairstyle tutorials became my routine. I walked through several stores, trying on piece after piece, until finally, I settled on my look. I was living for this. Finally, a chance to dress up and go all out with other creative people. I counted the days until the party.
I had laid out my outfit the evening before and planned almost minute-by-minute what I was going to do once the time came to put it on. But when the time to do so came, I had lost all my excitement for it. I kept looking at myself in the mirror and asking myself whether going out would really be worth it. Whether travelling an hour to meet new people was something I was willing to do. Whether it would not be better to just bail on everything, change back into…