For me, this evokes an anxiety similar to New Year’s Eve and significant birthdays, which I refer to as being held at funpoint: you must have a great time, or else.
I’m Not Afraid of You, City Hall
Kitty Armstrong

Ugh, this is precisely why I dislike New Year’s Eve. I’d rather spend it sitting on the couch.

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