I eventually went to ICA again with program people , and tried to make friends , which I think I did . Afterward , a few of us went to a pub for some food and drinks . They went out to another place afterwards , which I started going out with them toward , but then told them I was going off to a gay bar ...... which I did , by myself .

A: Why would the narrator go to the bar by themselves ?

She gaped at him . He had to repeat himself twice , though he did n't know if it was because she was in shock or because she thought he was joking . Finally , she nodded dumbly , and they set off in the direction of the pitch .

A: What will the female subject do next amid her bodily reaction ?

and yeah , we do have a lot of fun . but I would n't even dare to not look happy around them . everybody I know thinks that I am a happy person without any problems . The thing is , I m buried in their problems so I never have the time to complain about my own problems .

A: Why do n't I complain about my problems .

I had no clue what the hell to say . My colleague must have walked around us because she was now waiting for me in the hallway , holding boxes . I had to go . I always hate when shit like that happens because I never have the presence of mind to do or say the right thing at the time . It always comes to me later .

A:
How do I feel about my reaction ?