Back in April or May 2010, There was this award called “The Trendy Awards” in West Hollywood. There was a category I got nominated for being the “Trendiest Socialite”.
I’m not gonna lie. I fantasized about being nominated and then win the award. Who doesn’t anyways? An award is an award, and it means something.
But when the actual nomination list came out, fantasy turns reality, I felt somewhat ridiculous. “Trendiest Socialite? Are you kidding?” was my initial response and till the day of the award, that’s pretty much how I felt. Ridiculous, and according to other people, humble.
I don’t socialize much, so getting nominated in the category is quite weird. My maximum of going out at night just to hang around at the bar/clubs is 3 a week. While it might seems like too much and being slapped with a party boy label, I’m not as hardcore as people think.
There are many reasons why to go to a bar/club. But what I noticed is, with the experience of past 12 months of living in LA, is you go to bar/club to socialize. That’s why you go out with friends. Sure it’s fun to go solo and people watching, but something seems to be “missing” there. The only way to avoid that is starting to engage in socializing. But here’s the problem. When one is getting too comfortable in his own world, being sort of irrelevant (I don’t watch much television shows and movies), and not being in a specific circle long enough doesn’t gets you anywhere. You don’t know what conversation to start with. You are trying to create a conversation to make them felt you’re interested in that person, but at the same time they do the same thing to you. Being on the less(er) interesting side, it kills everything.
Another issue is, shyness. Biggest sucker of all time. I’m not going to elaborate cause everyone knows when one is shy, it’s pretty tough to change that.
So, instead of going to a club to see Mel B hanging around at a bar, where later Christina Aguilera showed up, I went to a friend’s party. It’s an new idea since no one ever invited me (because in the Vancouver days, no one cares about me) so I didn’t hesitate much and clicked yes on facebook invite. It was a good small-size crowd so it was quite a perfect opportunity to sort of “train” myself in that situation. Besides, I like this boy. I look up to him (despite I’m older than him) for his achievement.
In short, the first-half went well because I did engaged in a conversation with someone I don’t know. Although I’m 25, I shouldn’t be using the term “baby step”, but it WAS a baby step for me to interact with people I don’t know, plus conversation didn’t die all of a sudden, may be it was a good sign after all. Of course the second-half, everyone went missing, and the ones who are still at present were drunk and ended up passed out I heard (obviously).
As I’m fixing the issue of my socializing problem, jimy, we have a new problem. Alcohol.
It’s not that I’m scared of alcohol but it’s just my body is not compatible with it. But that means I probably miss lots of interesting stuff in after hours, missing opportunity of making people to remember me. (Although I don’t know if I want people to remember I might get really @#$%&@#! when I’m drunk)
So, yeah, time to fix it.
