February 14, 2014 by phicks2012
When people pester you to host a party for Halloween, Fourth of July, New Years or Saint Patrick’s Day, the natural tendency is to anticipate that if you give in and do so you’re going to have a decent turnout! Years ago, when I hosted a party people showed up who weren’t even invited, cramming into my house and occasionally having to be ousted, but as time has passed I suppose I’ve become boring (as hosts go) because attendance, sadly, has so dropped off at such affairs that I’ve more than once been moved to wonder if I’ve become socially obsolete, and if possibly my hosting days are done! So the question is:
To Host or Not to Host?
To host or not to host? That is the question. Whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of planning and decorating for outrageous parties when the people who encourage you to host them cannot be relied upon to show up, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, accepting that fate is fickle, and by opposing end the stress? To refuse: to host no more; and just by saying “nay” to end the aggravation and the thousand natural annoyances the host is sometimes heir to? Is it a consummation devoutly to be wished? To refuse: to wait until the masses ask no more: Aye, there’s the rub; For in that blanket refusal what boredom may come when we have shuffled off this obligation must give us pause. There’s the enjoyment that makes excitement of so long life. For who would bear the dull and awkward days; the lack of worthy programs televised, the pangs of despised reality shows, the release of new books and movies’ delay, the isolence of bad comics and the spurns that patient merit of the impatient take, when he himself might not his relaxation make, with a bare calendar?
Just a thought.
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