Friday, 13 December 2013
Since learning that I’m a massive introvert (trust me, that was a real glass-shattering Jekyll & Hyde moment for me), I’ve consciously avoided conditioned behaviour that goes against type to see whether it makes me a calmer, happier person.
That said, I’ve embraced the idea that company Christmas parties just aren’t my thing.
That doesn’t stop me from being dragged to one, though. Good lord, why do people put themselves through these things? I don’t even know what that thing on my head is supposed to be.