Another party? Why? What are we celebrating this time?
Why are you inviting so many people? To be seen, heard and admired? To laugh, eat, and drink? To give and receive compliments? To feel good? To feel loved? To feel secure? To give purpose and meaning to your life? To be happy?
Doesn’t your life have meaning and purpose already? Don’t you feel secure, loved and good already? Why do you need to hear compliments? Is it because you feel worthless? Why the need to drink so much? Is it to feel uninhibited — because deep down you feel repressed, smothered and strangled?
Why so much food? You can’t be that hungry — is it because you feel empty? Why the need to joke and laugh so much? Is it because you feel like crying? Do all these friends around you make you feel better, acceptable perhaps? Why do you feel unacceptable? Did you do something unforgiveable? Why do you need to be recognized, admired and praised? Do you feel invisible, unimportant and ugly?
Is this party going to fix anything? Maybe just temporarily… Wouldn’t you like a more permanent solution to your problem? Oh! You don’t have a problem? Sorry, miss Happy. My mistake. I must be crazy.
Okay then… let’s party.