Log:
A cloudy morning at my favorite farmer’s market. The Oyster Festival was today. I wanted badly to want to dance, but I didn’t. I couldn’t shake the feelings from a phone conversation I had Friday night. I gave up on dancing and continued my grocery shopping at Wildberries. I ran into Doug, who invited me to the birthday party of his friend Brian. I knew Brian and recognized my need for entertainment and some sort of companionship, so I went.
It was a re-affirming experience, reminding me of how much I don’t like parties. I appreciated Doug inviting me, but everyone just stood around talking about nothing much at all. Oh well, it’s good to reevaluate my conclusions once and a while.

Questions:
-What happened to the parties like we had back home with twister tournaments and fake pageants?
-Do most folks actually enjoy acquaintance level conversations at anonymous gatherings?
-What are my friends back home up to?

Feelings:
When you’re some place new it’s difficult to really express your emotions honestly. It’s easier to have a “game face” on, especially because no one knows you well enough to call you out on it. This has kept me from keeping in good contact with folks back home as well, because they could pick up on the subtle differences and I’d have to really face my feelings.