No, fellow resident, I don't want to go to happy hour with you.
I know that makes you think I'm anti-social, but, really, I'm just tired of talking about medicine and would rather talk about anything but that thing you found inside that patient yesterday. And even though nothing is forcing us to talk about medicine at the happy hour, I know from previous happy hour experiences that medicine is all that will be talked about, and I will want to leave four minutes after I arrive, will instead stay for an hour, and will feel contaminated by dirty gossip when I finally get to leave.
I would rather watch The Voice. Which is saying a lot, because I find The Voice pretty unwatchable, and end up spending most of the episodes trying to diagnose various psychiatric illnesses in the contestants and judges. Narcissism is a good default if nothing else comes to mind. Borderline personality disorder. Antisocial personality disorder. Different (of course) from the anti-social behavior I exhibit by avoiding the happy hour.
One of my fellow residents asked me if I would give her a guy's perspective on her OK Cupid profile. I am trying to decide if that means she likes me. She also asked my opinion about something to do with treatment for a patient with scabies, which is the opposite of what you would talk about with someone you like, whether as a friend or more than that.
And you know what makes happy hour especially not happy? Everyone always talks mostly about patients who have died. Talking about dead patients is not my idea of happy. Talking about live patients isn't awesome either, but dead ones, really, not happy.