I just don’t want to go to events
I’m in my early 30s and at this point of my life I just couldn’t give less of a shit about events.
When I was younger I felt the need to sign up for all kinds of “cultural” and “intellectual” events and discussions (like university-wide meetings about diversity, DJ gigs, fancy artisan sales, independent bookstore discussion events etc) and I hated every single one of them. They end up being way too loud, with people chewing and slurping in my fucking ear, or have awful chairs that break my joints, or have obnoxiously mean people.
I used to have massive FOMO and just feel like “this is what you’re supposed to do” but I’d rather read a fucking book or watch a documentary at home than head to god knows where doing god knows what. I do not enjoy events and never have. I don’t even enjoy one-on-one hangouts with most people these days. I just want to rest at home. Have fucking flashbacks to boardgame nights, poetry readings, identity-based group hangouts, workshops and death cafés. Just. No. Events!!!