Learning A Lesson

I am kicking myself hard for not going to Walden Pond last night. I saw the invite posts; I could have gone and had no conflicting social commitments. But I had decided previously that it was Hair Coloring Night, and my Capricorn kicked in and refused to let me alter that plan, and I thought no more of Walden.

When I got home to the apartment of me and vanguardcdk, which I heretofor rename "The Sweat Lodge," did my hair get colored? NO. I screwed around on the internet as an excuse to sit next to the feeble AC, then sulked on the balcony with Jim Beam & Coke and a book, then went the hell to bed.

This morning when I read what a lovely time was had at Walden, I thought "So Mare, has your Carpe Diem policy eroded to such a degree that you're declining things you really want to do in favor of mundane chores that you didn't even accomplish? You could have been skinny-dipping with your friends under a star-filled summer night sky. Have you forgotten about Just Say Yes?"

One inevitable day I will wake up dead, and there will be no more skinny-dipping, no more spontaneous jaunts to dining meccas, no more ice cream trips or debaucherous theme parties. I'm posting this so I'll remember what it feels like to have missed out due to not taking opportunities as they come.

Next time, count me in.