The life and soul of the party?

Never been much of a sociable type.  In fact, I hate going to any kind of party of social gathering.   I think it’s mainly because I had such a bad time at school that I kind of learnt it’s not much fun interacting with other people.  I quite happy listening to music, playing with my kids or cooking dinner/drinking beer.  Why invite other people into my private utopia?  I think the housekeeper gets pissed off at me for being so rude sometimes.  (ie. Not turning up at house warming parties, weddings, funerals etc)   Ok, I do turn up at the odd event but my gut instinct is to think of a good excuse not to go and to start rifling through my CD collection.  Some may say “What a sad git?”,  to which I’d say don’t judge me by your fucking values.  I’m happy and live a fulfiling life,  I just I don’t need the company of others.