Auditory Overload (Again)

I'm asocial. I know this, and don't have a problem with it. I like to go home and write in the evenings. I like to go carting off to do photography by myself on the weekends. But sometimes things happen that make it so the comfy route isn't the right one. This was one of those times.

There was a party. I had to go. I'm glad I did, but it was a party, you know? Music, people, talking... overload. I wound up talking to someone who kept speaking more and more softly, so I kept leaning forward, trying to hear (and not succeeding) and doing my best to lip-read (he kept holding a cup in front of his mouth). At one point I think I nodded to the wrong thing, because he got this confused look on his face and acted like I'd done something horrible. I have no clue. I couldn't understand what he said next, anyway.

Between straining to understand every word and doing my best not to tic in a way that would put people on edge, I'm exhausted. I can't understand a thing anyone is saying at this point, and I just want to curl up in a corner and tic for a while in peace.

I hope I get a chance to get out and do a little photography this weekend. At any rate I'm planning on doing some writing tonight. I need a break.

- Pencil