You'll always find me next to the snacks at parties

As a result I get stuck in the most hideous conversations. Last night I was at a studio opening. Natually I did not know many people there, but there was someone with an amazing tartan country and western shirt, and ample refreshments. After drifting for an hour or so, happy in my own vacantness I was accosted and introduced to someone I have been avoiding meeting for, well, years. You may feel like you know people because you have seen them around forever, but once the magic of the formal introduction has taken place youare stuck. Whenever they see you they might come up and strike up a conversation.
So I did the polite thing and conversed with them, not wanting to let on too much about myself. Oh no, my life is utterly tedious, in a rather finite tone. They did not get the hint and tried to jolly me along with a "Everyone has something exciting" line, then launched into some discourse about how it is religion or morality that stops people having the exciting lives they might have. Patently ridiculous, especially in a society like New Zealand. How many of you all think about the afterlife when deciding to do or not do something? Its all about social conformity & repercussions. I was delighted when someone else came up and began talking, so I could switch my attentions to eavesdropping on the exciting dramas everyone is making up.
Then I heard the dreaded mention of my name from those vile, vile lips and I had to rush from the building because I could not endure more inanity from someone I instinctively recoil from. Besides, the numbers were thining out and my hovering over the snack bar was becoming more obvious.