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6 Ways to Survive Parties as an Introvert

There’s a reason why introverts aren’t usually particularly fond of parties—too much stimulation and small talk, but not enough authenticity and quiet. And yet, like most things in life, sometimes parties are inevitable. So, why do we do it? Why do we spend long Friday nights out feeling lonelier than when we’re alone? Because despite hating the peer pressure we face making bad decisions, we hate not participating even more. We hate not knowing. But there are ways to make good decisions and enjoy parties, rather than seeing them as mere social obligations. Psych2Go shares with you 6 ways to survive parties as an introvert:

1. Know when it’s worth it to go out.

It’s okay to be selective about which parties to attend. In fact, it’s smart to choose what works best for you. You don’t have to go to every event you’re invited to. It’s similar to dating. If we spent all our time trying to date everyone, it would lose meaning. We’re not compatible with every person that we meet, and the same applies to parties. It’s okay to skip out on weddings, dinners, and social gatherings to people you barely know…

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Nour Ashour, 4 years old, survived death 3 times.

The first time their house was bombed in Gaza City, her mother was martyred and was pulled out from under the rubble.

A week ago, the house she fled to in Khan Yunis was bombed and she sustained injuries to her face.

Yesterday, she was injured in the bombing of the Ashour family’s home with injuries to her head.

Keep demanding a ceasefire. In what world is it normal to bomb a 4 year old three times, killing their family and injuring them? They're enduring trauma that they don't even have the language to process yet.

Listening to my heart way too much these days 💔

(Nov. 7)

@Shepherds4Good: Palestinian children in Gaza hold a press conference outside Al Shifa hospital, speaking English so the world cannot pretend not to understand them: “We come now to shout and invite you to protect us; we want to live, we want peace… we want to live as the other children live.”

Jackson Rathbone is a national treasure

PROTECT HIM AT ALL COSTS

College Graduate pt.1

In which David Dobrek falls for Natalie's best friend.

I sighed as I reread my class notes that we're scribbled on the notebook paper. My professor decided to bump up the exam and I hadn't studied yet because I took a few extra shifts at the diner.

I'm startled when 'Oath' by Cher Llyod goes off signalling Natalie calling. I quickly answer hoping that this will ease my mind a bit, "hello?" I hear her whisper to someone before talking, "hey, you busy?" I run a hand through my hair and sigh, "yeah, Mr.Collens is a dick. He moved the exams to tomorrow." My best friend laughs, "and you haven't studied?" I let out a sarcastic laugh, "yeah because I have so much free time." She pauses, "how many shifts have you worked in the last week Dalilah?" I squeeze my eyes shut knowing she's gonna yell again, "6, maybe 14," I mumble making her groan. "You can't over work yourself D, you'll exhaust your body." I nod even though she can't see me, "I know Nat, I'm sorry. I just need extra money and little shifts here and there aren't cutting it anymore." The brunette on the other side of the phone sighs, "how much longer till you graduate?" I laugh lightly knowing why she's asked, "two more months then I'll come visit." She scoffed, "visit? Bitch you know you'll be moving in." I laugh knowing it's true. Her boss, David, had said it would be cool if I stayed for a while to get on my feet. I'm getting my jornalism degree and Nat did research and in LA they have some really good jobs available for jornalism. "Yeah, yeah. Look I love you but if I want to pass this exam I gotta study." She sighed dramatically, "fine but we'll talk later. Love ya." "Love you too Nattybug."

Emmett: If you don’t apologize I’m gonna tell mom. *smirks*

Y/n: Oh please, I’m an adult I can do what I want.

Jasper: okay… . Mom!

Y/n: No! Wait, I’m sorry!