I didn’t go to the party.

I know I missed the table of delicious food,

the chance to dress up,

the opportunity to socialize.

Sorry, but I’d rather lounge in my sweatpants.

How social is socializing, really?

I’ll say hi,

comment on how pretty the other person looks,

and then sit down,

wondering what else to talk about.

Sorry, but I’d rather lounge in my sweatpants.

I’m not a show-piece,

or a doll.

I’m not going to spend an hour getting ready

just to smile for the camera.

Those pictures will be up on Facebook soon,

and it’ll seem like I was having the time of my life

although in reality, I know that

I’d rather have been lounging in my sweatpants.

I’d feel more enlightened watching a TV show or movie

than I would engaging in small-talk.

I’m fine in my pajamas,

no make-up and glasses,

watching some Netflix,

comfy in my sweatpants,

lounging with a loved one

where the silence doesn’t feel awkward.