There were three social celebrations I did not find out about till they were past. They weren't grand conspiracies of silence, or weird cultural within-the-group only celebrations. They were merely "don't bother inviting him, he probably won't come and they're not his kind of thing" events.
You could have asked.
And I would have been very flattered if you did.
No, you're right; I would most likely have declined; I'm that much an aspie that I would have politely found any excuse not to socialize. Go, enjoy the fabulous companionship and food, I'll just have a hot beverage in C-town.
But it feels suspect when you make my assumptions for me.
As if you're afraid that I might have said 'yes'.
That's less likely each time.
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