I'm not invisible

I tend to think I'm invisible--to most people anyway. I go about life like only those closest to me notice anything I do--the random things I do, the crazy things I say, whatever. This post is proof that that's not true.

I had to field this question three times today, so I'll just throw it out here again. I didn't go to any Halloween parties this weekend. There are simple reasons why. I'm not terribly fond of parties. As I mentioned long ago, I don't often stay for prolonged periods of time at parties. This is especially true if the party in question has elements that I don't like--like costumes, dancing, karaoke, pancakes, etc--then I tend to leave even faster. So if it's a costume/dance party, as soon as I'm left alone for about 30 seconds, I'll be on my way home.

I know what you're thinking. "Now wait a minute, you've been to two karaoke nights in the past three weeks, and went to another one shortly after moving to Iowa City." Get off my back. I was just about to explain that. There are things that make me more likely to go to (or stay at) various parties. If I'm feeling really bored or lonely, then I'm more likely to go to a party. If there's a good reason behind the party (the birthday of a good friend or two, someone getting baptized, etc) then I'm more likely to go (and stay). So the karaoke nights are explained by loneliness; boredom and birthday; and birthdays (in chronological order). Also notice that at the two most recent ones, I didn't sing. So I was just hanging out at those.

And of course, there are times where I'm just not feeling up to being around a lot of people. Being around a lot of people is physically and mentally exhausting to me, even at the best of times. This is probably why I like to think that I'm invisible--if I am, then people won't mind too much if I'm not social.

--END HALLOWEEN STUFF--

How's this for crazy: I'll most likely be working out with a Hawkeye football player soon. Again, I know what you're thinking. "How on earth does that happen? Are you sure you're not just making stuff up?" You know, you're really mean. I'm just going to stop posting if you're going to be this mean. Anyway, on Monday, I made a Facebook status saying that Iowa City was making me fat (of the ~100 pounds I lost during the last year I lived in Ames, I've gained 90 pounds back since moving). Apparently, people notice me more than I think they do. Today, one of the football players (who goes to Salt and Veritas) sent me a message asking if I wanted a workout partner. It took two hours to get over the shock and compose my thoughts for a reply.

I don't understand it. Crazy stuff just seems to happen around me. It can't possibly be me that's causing crazy stuff to happen, can it?