Death Of A Party

So I went to a party. I was welcome there. People there liked me. It was a good time I guess.

But I was not wanted. I mean, like I said, I was liked. People were glad that I was there. People were glad that I used my big voice and lead Get Low. I made friends. I made up with Lucas who I had stolen a girl from. I made friends with Taran who seems to be a bit of a hipster (versus me being art-rock indie) in a good way.

But I did not feel at all wanted. Nobody there wanted me. I was not the object of desire. And that made me think. I'm not wanted and therefore didn't have as much fun as I would have if I had been. If I have more fun where I am desired, shouldn't I try to go places where I am desired or try to be desired at the places where I go?

But then, where am I wanted? I can't think of anywhere. I'm not even sure I can think of anyone. Maybe one, but that is a big maybe.