It's always nice when a night of drunk bowling with co-workers helps you forget all the shitty things that are going on in your life. Though sometimes I get annoyed with people who try and drag you out of your pit of misery with a goofy face and a lighthearted tug, in retrospect, I typically end up being grateful and appreciative to those individuals. It's nice to see that you're wanted around and people actually enjoy your company, even people who barely know you.

I typically view myself as a person who does not like to take risks. I fear the unknown, the un-done, and everything that goes along with it. I find that this fear often inhibits me from doing the right thing for myself in various situations. I have recently found myself in a particularly difficult situation where taking a risk seems almost inevitable in order to right things, but as stated before, I fear taking that chance. I need the incentive that if I take this risk, everything is guaranteed to be ok in the end. Alas, I fear that incentive does not exist, therefore I am back to where I started.

On a different note, speaking along the lines of being back at home, the old adage is so true. But for me, I've modified it a bit to suit myself better. It goes like this: You can never go home again because there will always be that person there who you want to punch in the face but can't punch in the face because that wouldn't be nice so you'll have to just continue loathing them in secret.