You ever been to a party where you feel like you kinda wandered in off the street? Left your mingling
skills in your other pants so you spend most of your time searching for something or someone familiar to latch on to so that you will fit it. And while on this
quest you feel invisible or perhaps the opposite - like all eyes are on lonely you. Desperation builds as
you struggle for a handhold, cursing the friends that dragged you here against your wishes and then dumped
you as soon as you got in thru the door. Or your anxiety flows while you look at your watch or cell phone every 43 seconds wondering where those fools who told you meet them here could possible be. You might muster up enough guff to sneak into a conversation, risking weird looks and the eventual dispersal of the group due to your entrance. You might find the refreshment center, hoping to make contact when someone offers you a drink or tells you where the chips are. You might find consolation in complaining about waiting in line to use the toilet. But you manage to slip through all that unnoticed and then an even more pathetic person latches on to you, further lowering your chances of having any semblance of cool. It's about time for someone to rescue you but Einstein's theories take control and turn the time-dial down until it's all going in slow motion and loses its color. Then you realize that you're not even at a party - you're remembering something that happened back in college. But now it happens to you every day.