Well. I did it. I survived.
It was really hard at first because I had to go by myself and when I got there, I didn’t know anybody. I looked at the art and got a drink and wandered around, but it was really pathetic. I felt my anxiety getting worse and worse but I made myself stay calm because if there’s anything I hate, it’s causing a scene.
I saw some guy in the corner checking his phone and just started talking to him, which I don’t typically do, but talking to him filled up the time and distracted me from my crippling anxiety. And then some of my friends who I invited arrived and things got better.
My curator friend was, as expected, super busy so I said hi and tried not to bother her.
I’d say less than half the people I invited showed up, but I was really glad that I could chat with them and meet some new people, too. The three hours I was there, though, really dragged and by the end I was so exhausted from being “on” and having to answer questions and think of things to say to so many people and make myself smile— it’s a lot.
I actually got invited out for drinks by a guy i’d just met, but I declined because honestly the thought of being “on” even longer was just too much, though I did get his business card and plan to contact him later.
I am so glad it’s all over. I feel amazing now that it’s done and no longer hanging over my head. Thank God, thank GOD.