I'm still going to vent here, but now I feel stupid to be complaining after reading about women dealing with serious illness. Instead of feeling better, I'm just feeling worse! Well, I'm probably just having my occasional Bad Day (or afternoon), and will have gotten over it in a few hours.
I went to a three-hour tango practica this afternoon and ended up leaving after only an hour, in which no one asked me to dance and my fellow woman classmate was constantly on the floor, dancing with our guy classmates.
It is not rational, and I know that I've been making great progress and that sometimes there are just days like this when you're in a large, fairly impersonal setting. I just knew I had passed a certain point where it would be harder for me to control my emotions ( and that they were rapidly getting more intense), so I left.
Sad. I don't know why this happens so arbitrarily, and I'm mad at myself that I couldn't just shrug it off today. But I've never sat there for a full hour without getting asked...and it's sort of a faux pas to ask the guys to dance.
Anyway I am feeling unappreciated and invisible, but hopefully by tomorrow I'll be back to my regular self. I feel also like a bratty kid to be getting upset over something really minor.
Thanks for listening. It's even worse that our (small) class is meeting up after the practica (at a separate location) to eat dinner and have a two-hour class, and people will have noticed that I ducked out early.
People in Boston are so cliquey and exclusive sometimes. This is supposed to be my community, and it's frustrating.