Tomorrow is Z's first birthday party! Which makes me afraid, very afraid. I just found out that Joan isn't coming! Joan was my only close friend who was coming.
I am a social nincumpoop.
John Waters said in an interview I heard once that the really good thing about being rich is that you just don't have to deal with people you don't want to deal with. I'm a afraid that, if I had that kind of freedom, I would never deal with anyone. I guess I would be alone all the time.
I like people, in theory. But in actual practice- I don't know. They seem an awfully suspicious lot, to me. I only like, really like, a very few people. Most of them don't have children. I only invited people with babies (or, truly, I invited babies to bring their people) to the birthday party. Therefore- well, do the math.
All the same, it seems like it ought to be fun. A lot of uncorrupted youth. It should be fun. I shall truly find the spark that inspired me to throw the party shining brightly tomorrow, right? Right?