And so begin the harrowing tales of "what if?"
The past few days have been an emotional roller-coaster, to say the least. One minute, I’m excited/nervous/anxious/, the next I’m contemplative and worried about how fucked up I will make things if I am to follow through with my original idea.
For those who don’t know, here is my situation: I have been planning to ask a friend of mine to our Senior Ball. Everything was set up, and it was going to be a relatively special event. However, there was a problem. I hadn’t given any serious consideration to how she would feel about me asking her. Not until last night anyways. And it was then that I realized, if i were to go through with everything I had been planning, I would basically be forcing her to do something she really didn’t want to do. And so, I made a choice. In the 11th hour, so to speak, I decided not to go through with it. Did I want to go with her to the senior ball? Of course. (And I still do.) But I will feel alot better about myself knowing that she isn’t being put in a situation where she feels she has to do something that she doesn’t want to do.
Now, i must sit and ponder all possible consequences of my actions..rather, inactions.