As a socially awkward and anxious person, getting me to a social
gathering is a feat. I don’t like small talk and I despise crowds. Leaving a large event, however, is an art form I’ve mastered.
My go-to strategy? The Irish Exit—slipping out of a party or event discreetly without saying goodbye … Usually early (shhh!).
As good as I am at this stealthy move, my family has a lot to learn. They are the exact opposite; they say goodbye, then talk for another 40 minutes. It’s the anti-Irish Goodbye.
My dad is the worst (or is it best?). As a kid, I remember going to lots of big, loud parties with my parents. I also remember being sleepy at the end of the night and wanting to go home, but it felt like hours passed before we actual walked out the door. Saying goodbye involved thanking and hugging every single person at the party … Or at least it felt that way.
Clearly, that is not my style. Then again, neither is going to parties, so it tracks.
I know the Irish Exit (or Irish Goodbye as it’s also called) seems rude, but I promise you it’s not meant to be disrespectful. It’s a self-management tool for when my anxiety is high and I need an escape plan. #dontjudge.
All this to say, if you’re hosting a big party and I leave early without saying goodbye, please don’t take it personally. Just be happy I was even there. That in and of itself is a feat—and a sign I really like you.
Side note: I’m posting this week’s blog entry a day early to stay on theme with St. Patrick’s Day and because it’s the day we said goodbye to a local friend who passed away after a valiant battle with cancer. In the most respectful way, I’d like to think his St. Patrick’s Day wake and funeral was the ultimate Irish Exit. Rest in peace, John Daly.
—LJDT
