We probably won’t enjoy the club… unless we’re drunk.
I hate the club. It’s the number one place that I despise because it forces people to be in your personal space. And if you’re rhythmically challenged like myself, it’s even more annoying because you have to get wasted to find the beat.
What happens when an introvert goes to the club? Lots of texting. Selfies. Observing. And sometimes we sneak out when your back is turned to avoid the awkward, “yea, so I’m going to take off now because my cat called and he needs to be walked,” excuse.
Please, please, please.. stop inviting us to the club. Or invite us, but know we won’t go. Further enforcing this notion is Issa Rae, leader of the Introvert nation.