As a friend of mine once said about me:
She goes to night outs, drinks while she still can see straight and dances like there’s no tomorrow, but she is not a party girl.
Yep. If in a party, I party.
There’s no use sulking around and hiding in one corner.
Well, unless I’m not in the mood.
As I’ve said in my About page, I’m extreme.
If I’m in the mood to party, my energy just shots up. I could go all night drinking and dancing in high-heeled shoes and still you won’t hear a complaint out of me. My endless love for music and carbonated (okay, alcoholic!) drinks are to blame for this tireless and sleepless acrobatics.
Try to catch me in a foul mood… and you cannot even bring me to a party in the first place. My introvert mode turns on and no one can really convince me to be with people by that time. (But I’ll still be drinking, alright! LOL)
However, foul mood or not: if I decide to go to a party, I party.
I mean, you’re already there. Might as well, enjoy yourself. No use acting up.
If my reclusive side is active, I just don’t go to the party. No need to infect other people with your bad vibes, right?
There are just moments when I need the exhilaration and excitement that a party brings. But also there are times when I need to get away from crowds and happy people. I don’t know. I think I’m bipolar that way.
**This is in response to Daily Prompt: INTJ.