When I was at school, one of the teachers found out that everyone in my class had a nickname, and he went round the class asking what everyone's nicknames were. When he got to me, there was dead silence. No one had a nickname for me. The teacher awkwardly brushed over it and moved on. That's kind of how I'm feeling today. People like me well enough, but if I wasn't at the party, there would be very few people who would care or miss me if I wasn't there.