I don't enjoy being stuck with company that make me feel superior about myself. Drunken revelry is not for me, I'm afraid. It isn't the uninhibited nature of what follows that disappoints, but rather the displays of what the group considers to be funny and appropriate for the situation; juvenile, which I'm often ready for, but crass in a manner that just makes me cringe. I usually take to pondering weighty matters to shy away from the awkwardness that I feel: it's not far from there to start feeling high and mighty about onesself. But such feelings are far overshadowed by the ineffectuality, the sadness of the whole thing. Consequently, the night's proceedings inevitably end up as a blog post which does even less for the confidence.