Do you hate going to other peoples houses?

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01 Sep 2009, 2:05 pm

Only if there's going to be people there.



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01 Sep 2009, 8:03 pm

I don't like large gatherings. Too many people in one house makes me feel claustrophobic. I don't like trying to make conversation with people I don't know. Very often, I have nothing in common with them.



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01 Sep 2009, 9:22 pm

When I was a child I hated staying the night at other peoples houses too.
I had a "friend" (my mothers friends daughter) who my mum used to get me to stay with sometimes. There were a few evenings that I actually grabbed my things and walked home again because I hated the thought of being in a foreign place for an extended period of time and the fact that I would have to wake up in a different environment and eat different things for breakfast.
It wasn't only her house though, it was also other family members. 4/5 times that I stayed at my cousins house I got so anxious that I was literally sick. This usually happened in the middle of the night or shortly before going to bed. At the time I didn't realize I was anxious, it's only now that I look back on the situation that I can see it. I thought that they were giving me bad food and that's why I got sick.

I still don't like staying the night at other people's houses but I don't mind staying at another family members house for the day. Every year my family (close and extended) goes to my grandmas house for christmas and I don't mind.


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01 Sep 2009, 9:29 pm

I always did feel uncomfortable spending time at someone else's home. I often find at times that just visiting someone in my own home can be exhausting enough. But on those rare occasions that I feel obligated to visit someone away from my own surroundings, just the different setting, along with the usual conversational chit chat, gossip, and occasional outburst of laughter, is usually enough to drain me quickly of my energy and drive me into visiting my comfortable shell.


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01 Sep 2009, 9:52 pm

Visitation rights topic

I like to visit someone's new place because then I can explore (with permission) the layout of the place (I am fascinated with floor plans). Lots of visualizing vistas!! :twisted:


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02 Sep 2009, 12:12 am

As I get older, I find that I have reached a very low tolerance for leaving my comfort zone. A few weeks ago, I couldn't get a ride back to my place, and had to spend the night at my married sister's house. Since a a lot of relatives were gathering there, I had to sleep on some comforters, on the living room floor. And, worse, I had to borrow a pair of my sister's pajamas. The texture and scent of the fabric were strange, and the floor was hard. Worse, two of my brothers camped out in the same room, and snored all night. The food they served for breakfast was not my kind of thing, and I ended up eating very little. I was so glad to get home to my own bed and my own food!


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02 Sep 2009, 1:51 am

I enjoyed it to a point...but unfortunately what made it harder was that I could tell their folks really didn't want me over their place.

Half the time I'd be told "you can't go into this room or that room", and in my place, no room is really off limits.



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02 Sep 2009, 2:49 am

I hate going to relatives' houses and do not like spending the night there. The worst part is waking up in the midde of the night in a strange house with possibly a creepy bathroom. I need a decent shower in the morning. I'll never forget the bathroom of one of my husband's friends, which had wet carpet. Why was there carpet in the bathroom and why was it wet? Nasty.



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02 Sep 2009, 3:48 am

I never really liked it because I hate being "trapped"... not being able to go home and essentially being stuck somewhere with nothing to do.

But I hate it more when people come over to my house, so if I had to pick, I'd go to their house. Surprise visits make me freak out.



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02 Sep 2009, 1:59 pm

mitharatowen wrote:
I would never ever go into anyone else's fridge looking for a snack or even ask someone else for one. I'm just really obsessive about 'rules' and things I suppose. Most people don't seem to care too much.


I used to be that way, but I've gotten so used to people saying "You don't have to ask, just go ahead. The cups are in the cupboard to the left." that now I don't bother asking, and I get people saying "Oh...uh...sure, just help yourself."

I wouldn't just start eating their sandwiches or anything like that, though.

pekkla wrote:
I'll never forget the bathroom of one of my husband's friends, which had wet carpet. Why was there carpet in the bathroom and why was it wet? Nasty.


My friend's house is like that, the tank on his toilet leaks.


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02 Sep 2009, 2:24 pm

pekkla wrote:
I hate going to relatives' houses and do not like spending the night there. The worst part is waking up in the midde of the night in a strange house with possibly a creepy bathroom. I need a decent shower in the morning. I'll never forget the bathroom of one of my husband's friends, which had wet carpet. Why was there carpet in the bathroom and why was it wet? Nasty.


Other people's bathrooms are the worst! When I was at my sister's, the bathroom was icky feeling, because too many people had been in and out of there, and there were no clean wash cloths or towels. Not even paper towels! I had to wait until I got home, to shower. And I shower every day. I have a thick floor towel that I place over the bath mat, so that I can hang the towel up afterward to dry. I really dislike encountering something wet, and not knowing what the hell it is. :eew:


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02 Sep 2009, 3:27 pm

I've always loved going over to other people's houses, never got invited to sleepover, only three times in my life, but the reason why I loved it was because they had toys for me to play with. Every time mom take my brothers and I over to someone's house to watch us, I always played with toys there or watched movies and I did the same thing at my dad's friend's house. All these people had kids. When we go over to someone's house who had kids who were grown or were older, we always brought our own toys with.



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02 Sep 2009, 5:27 pm

It's ok but I always think about what will happen as I arrive there.



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06 Sep 2009, 8:22 pm

Yes. But not as much as I hate people coming over to mine.



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06 Sep 2009, 10:30 pm

When I was younger I used to love sleeping over my grandparents' houses and going over to my cousins' houses. But never anything else. Sleepover at grandparents', short visit at cousins'.

Now, things are different. I barely ever want to go to anyone's house anymore, not even my friends'. I feel like I'm intruding unless I have been given a direct, clear invitation. When I do go to someone's house, I tend to stiffen and give monosyllabic answers, I may loosen up over some time, but not always. It's knowing that to visit someone is to interact with people verbally that really makes me not want to go over. I don't like to initiate any gatherings or get-togethers, because I feel like I'm an extraneous variable and to do that would be to disturb that natural order of things.

In public, I tend to overact my strange behaviour, and pretend I am schizophrenic, or something, so that people aren't as willing to come up to me to ask for the time, or whatnot. I sometimes do that in people's houses as well, if I'm visiting with my parents, so that the hosts' conversations stay away from me.

When I went to Greece with school, I was meant to stay in a campsite for a week (for a five-day Athletics carnival), which was fair enough, it wasn't pretending to be someone else's house, so it was fine. Uncomfortable, but fine. After that was over, we were meant to stay four days with relatives before meeting up again and leaving to go back to Australia.

I got off the plane in Athens (the campsite was in Northern Greece, in Serres), I saw my uncle and my cousin-in-law and got in the car with them. I was stiff as a board. Luckily the questions they were asking were technical and with finite answers, so that was fairly easy for me (I speak Greek quite well), but then my cousin-in-law mentioned that the song playing on the radio was from the latest Greek hit movie, one of the most successful Greek films since the 70s. With that, I started rambling about my own taste in films, and how much I love the medium and how I want to make my own films and compose the music for them, etc., etc. They were a bit perplexed, but I was more comfortable having them confused while rambling than myself being withdrawn from everyday interaction.

Once I got to the house, my uncle wanted to talk, of course. Being Greek, talking, a LOT, is pretty much a prerequisite. He hyped it up pretty well, too. He wanted to sit out the back of the apartment in a small, enclosed outdoor area with tables and chairs, and got his daughter, my cousin, to make Greek coffees for us. He intended for it to be a "good ol'" catching up conversation. He got started, "How is everyone?". I nearly fainted right then and there, but I pulled myself together and gave answers that I've heard my Dad give in the past.

After that ordeal was over, he wanted to hear about the Athletics. I told him the facts, which weren't many. I only participated in Javelin and I came 10th. I only pretended to be athletic so I could go on the trip :D. Then he wanted to talk about something else, but that's when the language barrier got in the way, and my sentences stopped halfway through, and I couldn't bring myself to answer anything else because of overwhelming feelings of inadequacy. He looked disappointed, and let the conversation end, coffee half-finished. We went back inside, he showed me my room, and I didn't leave it for three hours. :lol:


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06 Sep 2009, 11:41 pm

I don't hate it, but it does raise the anxiety level when I do, especially if it's someplace I haven't been before. When my friend got her new house, I was a little anxious when I got there. Even though I'd seen pictures it wasn't the same. Of course, once I got there and started spending time with her and her family it made me a little more comfortable. Yet she still has to remind me that it's OK to help myself to whatever's in the fridge or pantry.

And it might seem odd, but I've been living on my own for so long that whenever I go home to visit my family I feel uncomfortable, despite the fact I grew up in the house.