RSVP – Those 4 letter always make me sigh, as they mean I have been invited to a party, which as an introvert I find challenging. It’s not that I don’t love and want to spend time with my family and friends, I do, but I would rather sit down and have a meal with them than finding myself in a room full of stranger who I am sure are lovely, but who I struggle to talk to. Yes, I do have a few standard questions that I use to open up conversations, but then I struggle to engage in general small talk. It has always been this way.
Even as a child I remember when my parents had parties, I would spend most of my time in the kitchen, trying to look busy by checking what was cooking or making drinks, anything but actually having to socialise.
Yet it’s not about shyness, I have no problem if I go on a course or workshop by myself as straightaway there is a mutual interest that has drawn us all together and thus loads to talk about.
So when an invitation arrives, I will RSVP to accept and I go because I love my friends, and fortunately they know me well enough to accept my late arrival and early departure – for that is greatness of friendship – an acceptance of each other exactly as we are.