So, it's that time of year when holiday parties abound. Pot lucks and gift exchanges. Yeah, not my thing. Both my writer groups have these. One this week, the other next week.
I don't like cooking or shopping for food and if I go, I'm obligated to bring something edible. With my disability, it is difficult to get around let alone lug food and a gift into the meeting. And, I don't want a gift. I'm at the stage in my life I'm trying to get rid of stuff, not bring more crap into my life. And let's face it, these gift exchanges are usually crap you wouldn't buy for yourself.
Of course my wonderful writer friends are telling me to come anyway. One even said she would cook something for me and bring a gift. Sweet, but no. Again, just not my thing. Also, I'm not much into small talk and oohing and awing over a present or asking for somebodies recipe.
I have to go to the one next week because I'm chairman of our JANO writing challenge - which is open to everyone and kind of like NaNo. Find info here:
I need to update everyone and conduct a prize drawing for last year's JANO. So, I kinda have to be there. Although I have thought of just giving the info to somebody else and skipping. There's still time for that option.
I know I sound like a mean old bitch. And maybe I am. But if I don't enjoy these things, why should I go? I would rather sleep in, watch a movie, and write.
Comment and let me know what a bad person I am.