I hate anticipation. I hate waiting for something. Especially when the event is one that I don’t particularly want to be a part of. The hours drag on like some weight around my neck dragging me down, pulling like some harsh mistress bent on my utter destruction.
And except for breaking my word, (or some horrible life-changing, or -ending, event) there is no way out of the event of which I speak.
Why? Why do I want out of the blasted, cursed, event? Because there are people there. People I don’t know. I don’t want to be around people I don’t know. I hate people I don’t know. Why waste my time around people I don’t know and don’t like?
Total waste of time.
But I promised I’d go.
So I’m going.