Many of the actions I take in life require a leap of faith. I don't know if that is the right phrase—leap of faith. Maybe I just follow my whims. No. That's not quite right, either. I suppose the best way to describe some of my actions that that taking a risk is such a rare pleasure that I can't help but take advantage of it.

I've been pondering today the risk invovled with "making the moves" on a friend. To many folks, including myself, it always seems like the risk you take in that situation involves the largest consequences. It's not like trying out for roller derby and not making it. What would I have lost there? The chance to get knocked over? But, I think I am about to convince myself to believe that the risk involved is actually about the same. It's strange that I am comparing this to derby but it kind of feels similar. I had a thought about a male friend that made me go, "oh, that seems like fun." Why not? How weird could things really get? Might I make an ass of myself? Most definitely.

And if I change my mind....so be it.

I feel silly now.