II

Regardless of how pessimistic I can be at times, life really does look out for me. In my last post I mentioned cutting back on socializing over the last couple of months. Aware of my detrimental tendency to self-isolate, I figured a light night out would be good for me. So with that in mind, I agreed on meeting a casual IG acquaintance for the 1st time today. The agreement was made days ago, but it wasn’t long before I began doubting whether I should go. I immediately saw the hang-out as pointless due to my disinterest, and to some weird misplaced sense of loyalty to something that doesn’t exist. I talked myself out of going several times, but finally decided on simply going and talking to someone. I made the final decision mere hours ago and the hangout was confirmed (albeit against my nagging reluctance). However, an hour and a half ago, I received a message from the girl stating work needed her to stay late and asking if we could reschedule for tomorrow. I swear, there was audible relief in my reaction. I hastily, obviously, agreed—except I have no intention on rescheduling at all. The world gave me an exit, and it’s always better to go with your conscience.

I sit lighthearted at my usual writing spot in downtown Winston, glad for the party of my own company. I think I’ll invite myself to a few drinks while I’m here.