I wish I hadn't gone. In the quiet journey home my mind became fixated and while internalizing the thoughts there in became bloated with regret. There have been many times…too many to count…where I have felt left out and wanted to try something, only to finally experience the inflated obsession and found myself disappointed. Tonight epitomized this feeling and personified itself into loud cymbal crashing angst.
No thank you. You can have it.
Don't know what it is but turn it around. You can't go back, so don't try. Brush it off. You don't ever know unless you run the experiment.
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