Sometimes in a conversation, I hear something that triggers this enormous chain of thoughts that I don’t really like. It happened today on the way back from lunch.
I find myself comparing the events in my life to those in others, and wondering whether mine should match theirs. In some instances, I really wish I could say I’d done the things or had the experiences my friends have had. I imagine what would have had to happen in my life to get me to where I wish I was…and most maddening is when I see a fork in the road, and realize that I walked the wrong way.
For the most part, I think I tend to take the right path. Sometimes though, my insecurities get the better of me. When away from the group, I am more reserved than I ever want to be.