The Introvert’s Manifesto: Why I RSVP ‘No’ to Forced Fun
The Introvert’s Manifesto: Why I RSVP ‘No’ to Forced Fun
Let me confess: I loathe the office family day. I attended once – a grim exercise in corporate box-ticking. One hundred souls milling about, plastic smiles pasted on, while the bosses undoubtedly tallied their “99% Attendance!” trophy. The food? Forgettable filler. The “telematches” and forced ‘acara padang’? My personal version of purgatory. I was there solely to show my face, a reluctant extra in a pageant of enforced jollity.
This aversion isn’t reserved for the corporate charade. Class reunions? Pass. Unless it’s a manageable ten or twenty catching up over tehtarik at the local mamak, count me out. Beyond that intimate circle, restlessness sets in, boredom gnaws, and the small talk feels thinner than the roti canai. It’s not misanthropy; it’s a distinct discomfort with the sprawling, unstructured chaos of large groups.
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