An invitation to a gathering of any kind is a threat. A cancellation, last minute or not, is a relief like Tums is to my stomach.
It is difficult for me to talk even to just one person unless it is on a topic I can gab about. I am more confident talking about things I know my way around. In fact, anyone who asks me a question about something I have a heap on my mind about is in danger of receiving a monologue from someone they thought was so QUIET!
On a topic I am knowledgeable about, I don’t have to work so hard on when what the other person is saying because I can relate to their ideas. A panic alert is when the topic is switched and it is out of my topic interest or knowledge zone. It takes only a tiny bit to confuse or disinterest me when the topic is, more or less, Greek to me.
I prefer to chat with one person at a time. If another joins us, I go pretty much mute. I surprise folks turning into a chatterbox. Just give me an inch, I’ll go 90 to nothing while thinking in the back of my mind, “I better stop before I lose this friendly ear”. Delivering a monologue on a subject dear to my heart doesn’t happen often since I don’t know many people who share my interests and viewpoints. For the two or three I do, I am truly grateful for their interest and above all, patience.