tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32243782.post1352140758897421610..comments2024-01-11T04:23:36.727-08:00Comments on Confessions of a Hypochondriac: There is a DifferenceLeila V.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525644184485900036noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32243782.post-16272776828795021252006-12-16T10:16:00.000-08:002006-12-16T10:16:00.000-08:00You know, its my assertion no one truly likes part...You know, its my assertion no one truly likes parties. I am a (self-acclaimed) life of the party kind of guy. I laugh, I mingle, I tell jokes, sing karaoke (ok, not really but I secretly want to) and just generally have fun.<br /><br />But its work. Being "on" is always a chore and I'd usually rather just be having a quiet evening with friends then standing for 2 hours laughing at the same stories I heard at the same party last year.<br /><br />I agree that its not the same as being anxiety-ridden about parties but, then again, if the outcome is the same, what's the difference?<br /><br />Other than the mental anguish, pain and suffering, of course.davehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06920201188351282577noreply@blogger.com