Who are these people and why don't I know them? Parties I go to usually take place in bars because no one I know rents more than 600 square feet at a time. Then there are the soirées that I somehow get invited to that take place in some super duper ritzy ballroom of a hotel I've only ever seen from the outside. I'm afraid to talk to anyone until I'm sufficiently liquored up by which point all I want to do is tear it up on the dance floor as if I'm at home alone. Surprisingly, insecurity can be an amazing dance partner.
I often call blogs "my pornography" because of the way I get all caught up in the fantasy of pretty pictures. But unlike the imaginary sex people have with porn sites, I really want these things. Is that bad? Is like saying I'm not thankful for what I have? Or is it a healthy "eye on the prize" attitude of knowing there's more?