I have a wedding to go to in a few hours. I have everything ready, what I’m going to wear and my gift.
Then the thought pops into my head—I can’t go. I’d rather stay home in the the comfort of my room. No having to do my hair, slapping on makeup to sweat like a pig.
There is a 98.5 chance that I won’t go. I’m unreliable, a bad person and a bad friend. Arrggghhh