Why I am indecisive.

It's New Years and tonight I made 2 right decisions and 1 wrong.

Right Decision #1: Drove to Carytown even though I wasn't sure the person I was supposed to meet would be there instead of staying home alone.

Right Decision #2: Opt to go with new friends to their house and hang out with some good, entertaining people instead of staying in Carytown where it apparently got crazy crowded and wasn't that fun or interesting.

Wrong Decision: Leave new friends when half of the party left at 12:15 when I could have stayed and chatted with an intelligent law student who seemed like he might be interested in getting to know me.

Consequence of Wrong Decision: Mad at myself for leaving so soon when I could have had yet another hour of interesting company and conversation ahead of me instead of coming home to an empty house which was followed by a strange episode in the living room with my roommate and some of her friends reminiscing about high school. On the one hand, I am still upset that I did not stay longer with the new friends. The conversation here back at home only highlighted how valuable the missed opportunity was. He reminded me of Joel--or at least someone who would be good friends with Joel--and instead of having a humorous and intelligent conversation with this interesting person, I sat and listened to a group of youngins talk about getting wasted and hooking up in high school. But on the other hand, I am glad these fascinating people showed up because although it did accentuate the appeal of what I had left, it also saved me from an hour of feeling lonely.

Hm, if the conversation I just observed was anything like what conversations were like in high school, then I completely understand why I was so quiet.