I’ll be attending a potluck and games night with friends and family in less than two weeks. I’ve already committed to this. Plus I’ll be bringing two others who need a ride. So barring sickness, I’ll be there.
Now I’m not a huge fan of games nights to begin with. I find board games boring. They can be tolerable if played with the right group of people. But it’s more interesting to watch others play. Many people mistakenly believe that if you’re not in the middle of the action you aren’t having fun. So they will try to convince you to play because it’s “more fun that way”. Not for me it isn’t.
Unfortunately, I just found out that the game we’ll be playing is charades. I despise charades. Even the word itself dredges up bad memories and feelings. I remember my mind going blank and being unable to think of anything. Of people standing there, watching me, expecting me to do something. Of people taking pity on me and finally letting me sit down even though no one had guessed my phrase.
I’ve been dragged and coerced into charades games my entire life. “It will be fun” they’d say. And I used to go along with it. I’d play to “prove” I’m a fun person. Sometimes I’d play to get them to stop bugging me. But I’ve finally learned it’s okay to say no. Even if someone wants you to. Even if everyone wants you to. And I’ve got the stubbornness to pull it off. If someone tries to coerce me into joining, I’ll politely refuse.
I’m all for breaking out of my comfort zone. But I already know that by this point in the evening I’ll be very burned out. I won’t have the extra energy needed to engage in a high energy game of charades, even if I wanted to. Maybe I’ll bring my crochet with me instead.
What have you done in a similar situation?