When I got to the party, many people claimed to want to go for the walk, but nobody could decide what to do. Everyone kept asking everyone else if they wanted to go. After enduring half an hour of this consensus-based (nonsensus-based) decision-making, I took off on my own with the dog and a book, and lay on the beach while the dog chased waves. Now that's my kind of party.
The picture is from another island and another century, but you get the idea.Later I discovered that the organiser had indeed eventually led some people on the walk, but he gave them the slip on the way to the beach. Which mental disorder is that?
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