They’re a lowly cheese curl at a party of caviar and pâte hors d’oeuvres. Feeling underdressed and unsophisticated.
He’s a plain, boring, store-bought ol’ Cheeto, whilst everyone else is a fancy schmancy cracker with caviar and other decorative things on it.
He’s also alone in a corner while everyone else is talking in groups.
Though once he empties that glass (assuming he can somehow find a mouth), he will apparently become a wine-filled Cheeto, which at least is a step closer to “interesting” (and probably to “more popular”).
A wine-filled Cheeto would melt away to nothing. Problem exacerbated.
I didn’t recognize that it was a Cheeto until I read the comments above. My initial impression was that it looked rather phallic and also somewhat limp.
I don’t know if the other hors d’oevres being fancy have much to do with it but I figured this was the introvert feeling out of place and unhappy at parties. If the other guests/snacks are fancier I don’t think it’s because they are better people but just that the feel more comfortable and engaging.
Actually, I missed the CIDU tag completely and I thought this was being posted because it reflected how our host felt and I was empathetic. It’s how I’d feel at most parties if I ever went to parties or had friends who threw parties any more.
woozy, you are correct that this is how I feel: I have to admit it took some work to get me to agree to go to my high school reunion last month.
@ CIDU Bill – I’ve only gone to one of those events, but that was enough. I don’t think I would bother to repeat the experience.
“I don’t know if the other hors d’oevres being fancy have much to do with it but I figured this was the introvert feeling out of place and unhappy at parties.”
I think that, visually, that would be depicted by being a Cheeto hiding in the corner and all the other guests being hungry mouths with orange-dusted hands.
I got this as the “I don’t feel like I belong here because I am fundamentally different from the other people who are here” rather than “I don’t feel like I belong here because I don’t feel like I belong anywhere.”
YMMV.
Kilby, I’m not sure what was more disconcerting: the fact that all those people suddenly looked 45 years older, or the fact that a couple of them didn’t.
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They’re a lowly cheese curl at a party of caviar and pâte hors d’oeuvres. Feeling underdressed and unsophisticated.
He’s a plain, boring, store-bought ol’ Cheeto, whilst everyone else is a fancy schmancy cracker with caviar and other decorative things on it.
He’s also alone in a corner while everyone else is talking in groups.
Though once he empties that glass (assuming he can somehow find a mouth), he will apparently become a wine-filled Cheeto, which at least is a step closer to “interesting” (and probably to “more popular”).
A wine-filled Cheeto would melt away to nothing. Problem exacerbated.
I didn’t recognize that it was a Cheeto until I read the comments above. My initial impression was that it looked rather phallic and also somewhat limp.
I don’t know if the other hors d’oevres being fancy have much to do with it but I figured this was the introvert feeling out of place and unhappy at parties. If the other guests/snacks are fancier I don’t think it’s because they are better people but just that the feel more comfortable and engaging.
Actually, I missed the CIDU tag completely and I thought this was being posted because it reflected how our host felt and I was empathetic. It’s how I’d feel at most parties if I ever went to parties or had friends who threw parties any more.
woozy, you are correct that this is how I feel: I have to admit it took some work to get me to agree to go to my high school reunion last month.
@ CIDU Bill – I’ve only gone to one of those events, but that was enough. I don’t think I would bother to repeat the experience.
“I don’t know if the other hors d’oevres being fancy have much to do with it but I figured this was the introvert feeling out of place and unhappy at parties.”
I think that, visually, that would be depicted by being a Cheeto hiding in the corner and all the other guests being hungry mouths with orange-dusted hands.
I got this as the “I don’t feel like I belong here because I am fundamentally different from the other people who are here” rather than “I don’t feel like I belong here because I don’t feel like I belong anywhere.”
YMMV.
Kilby, I’m not sure what was more disconcerting: the fact that all those people suddenly looked 45 years older, or the fact that a couple of them didn’t.