I don't like parties. I don't like interacting with people in a forced setting. I'm an introvert and would enjoy a night alone gaming 10 times as much.
I don't care for Halloween. I don't enjoy dressing up, candy, or "scary" themed things. It isn't fun, and I don't understand the big deal.
My wife has organized a halloween party, as a going-away party, at a friends house. She's stressed out about all the details, and I hate every aspect of it. I'm running all these errands, for a perfectly orchestrated hors d'oeuvres menu. Spending hundreds of dollars on decorations and food, for one stupid night of awkward small talk and repetitive conversation.
We're moving 300 miles north for my new job, but don't have an apartment yet. We still have a dozen boxes to pack, clothes to pack, and I need to get a moving truck and find a place to stay.
Right now I work from home, but with all the anxiety from the move and party, I can't focus and end up playing stupid flash games. Stuck in recursive loop of frustration and anxiety management. I'm compulsively lying to my wife about the hours I'm working, and fudging my time sheet to make ends meet. I keep making excuses at work and doing the bare minimum's skating by by the skin of my teeth,
The party hasn't even started yet, and I'm just sitting stewing trying to endure the next five hours of party mode. This is a big deal for my wife and she is stressed as it is. I want to be supportive, and that's where all of this frustration and anxiety manifest.