I don’t want to go out tonight. I want to stay home. It’s going to be cold. It’s going to be late. I’m a stick in the damn mud, ok? Why can’t everyone just accept that and get over it? I don’t like drinking, loud music, dancing, or being loud and obnoxious. Just let me stay home. You’ll have more fun without me, I swear. I don’t care if you party without me. GO, have fun. But no, if I stay home you’ll make me feel horrible about it. So it’s a lose-lose situation.