She’s been excluded from events at this house before, so it’s awkward enough attending the party, but now here she is, forced to be social amongst her peers. Last night she went to a bar with her roommates, and spent most of the evening people watching, as her roommates flirted with the cute guys seated at the bar. At times, she though she would be brave enough to approach people; one of the boys was listening to bluegrass on an iPod, and she was interested enough to wonder what band, but really, boys are still complete mysteries to her. So she sat at the bar and stared at the TV screen, pretending it wasn’t a big deal that she wasn’t with someone, but internally, wishing someone would talk to her.
Tonight, she’s more interested in the cats, which make brief cameos before darting away to the safety of the bedrooms, angry at the intrusion of ten new people into their home. She’s heard stories about cats getting so upset with their owners that they retaliated by throwing up; cats can be spiteful, and demonstrate this spectacularly and impulsively, but at the end of the day, they still love you. Cats don’t get angry with you if you say the wrong thing; they don’t judge you and they don’t hold grudges. 'Elise tries to be very conscious of what she says, and think about the jokes and wry observations that pop into her head before blurting them out. Is this why she hates going out? Because the strain of over-analyzing and second guessing everything she wants to say just makes it to much of a chore to interact with people? Maybe she should get a cat.
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