A couple of weekends ago, I went to go visit some friends from a college club. Ever since I graduated and started working last summer, I haven't been able to spend time with this group (most are still in school), so I was really happy to get invited to hang out. Now, I live about an hour and a half away from the university and unfortunately, there was a huge accident on the freeway, so it took over two hours to get there. I was pretty tired and hungry when I go to the house where the get-together/party was being held at, so I asked the hostess (let's call her Kim) about food. She tells me that another guy, Alex (not his real name), is picking up food for everyone at a local restaurant so I should tell him what I want. I tell Alex my order and I continue on with the gathering.

So a while later, Alex comes back to the house with everyone's food and he calls all the guests' names out one-by-one to give them their dinner. I wait patiently...and he never calls my name out. I keep waiting and noticed that every single guest got their food, while I still stood there empty-handed. Maybe I'm being a little over-dramatic, but I felt a little embarrassed and humiliated when nobody else noticed that I had nothing. I ended up going into the house's kitchen to get some water and I see Kim and Alex huddled together and talking. I got up to them say something like "hey, I didn't get my meal. What happened?" Alex looked a little horrified/embarrassed, while Kim apologized and offered to cook me something instead. Now, I guess due to a combination of being really hungry, tired, and frustrated about having a long commute and getting stuck in traffic, I got really upset. To me, it felt that Kim's make-up offer was half-assed and was more or less trying to cover up for Alex's mistake so that way he didn’t have to go back to the restaurant. It didn't feel fair that everyone else got nicer meals (including Kim and Alex), while I was going to end up with something like a cup of noodles or scrambled eggs. Luckily I kept my composure and told them it was fine (even though it really wasn't) and that I didn’t need anything. I was still upset afterwards, so I ended up leaving the house and drove back home without telling anyone. When I got home, I didn't get any messages from them asking where I was, other than a "I hope everyone had a fun time!" message from Kim in our Facebook group chat. It's been nearly two weeks, and nobody in the group has reached out to me, and I'm too upset/embarrassed to reach out to them on my own.

Now, are my feelings valid, or am I in the wrong here? 