An Internal Monologue

I have a problem with regret. Sometimes, it happens even before I make the choice... "pre-gret" if you will. It's one of those things that I grapple with a lot, despite my understanding of its pointlessness.

I have great tickets for NIN tonight. They were expensive, but I've been moderately stoked for the show. Unfortunately, I have school scheduled until 6:30pm today. Not a fatal problem, but an annoyance since it means I'll have to run from school to the concert.

Now I have the flu.

I'm trepidacious, since I have a really busy school week ahead of me. I don't want to get more sick than I am now. I don't want my ticket or my money to go to waste. I don't really want to miss the show either.

I'm already regretting whatever decision I make. If I sacrifice my ticket to a friend, I'm being nice and taking care of myself -- maybe even getting some of my ticket money back. If I go, then I get to see an awesome concert, but risk being too dead tired to really enjoy it, and risk making myself sicker. The former seems much "better" to me than the latter, but I'm still not happy about it.

Ugh. I hate last minute decisions.