Ever make the same mistake three or four times, thinking things will turn out differently? That's my relationship with fraternity parties.
I don't know if it's just Oglethorpe University, but every party I've been to has sucked. Some suck less than less, one was almost good, but they're all the same. It's loud, crowded, the biggest trigger of social anxiety possible, and everyone there is either too drunk to talk or feeling too awkward.
So, screw it. Here I sit, typing on my computer. Why? Because here I don't have to deal with the bullshit I just walked away from. Here, I can work on that story I'm so far behind on. Here, I can listen to music I like at a volume that won't increase my chance of going deaf. I'm not drunk right now, but I kind of wish I was. Drunk people seem to be only ones who enjoy college parties. Everyone else kind shows up out a sense of obligation, to be cool or whatever.
I don't give a damn. I've never fit in before, it's nothing new to me. If leaving early makes me weird, I can deal with that.