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I’m just saying, from everything I can tell, I really didn’t miss anything at all by not going. (Of course, I guess who knows. I might’ve had the adventure of a lifetime. We don’t know. But, I’m fine having not gone…)
Anyway! The point I’m trying to get at here, is it’s amazing how different the same situation can be – in that, this weekend, I was supposed to go to LA and didn’t, and I had an increeeedible adventure that I loved so much. It was awesome that I did not go to LA.
But last year, in this wintertime, there was a weekend I was supposed to go to LA and didn’t, and I got into a situation with a man where something really terrible (and pretty horrific, tbh) ended up happening to me…
And I’ve asked myself all the time, “Why didn’t I just go to LA like I planned?” [Even though there were totally valid reasons not to.] But it’s just so interesting to me that I’ve asked that question so many times as I revisit everything that happened… And yet, here I am a year later and the same premise happened… but the result was amazing.
So, why didn’t I go to LA? I wanted an adventure like this, a life like the one, a fun time in New York…
You just never know what’s gonna happen, I suppose… [But I think it might be time to stop punishing myself asking way too often “Why didn’t I just go to LA?” (Because staying in New York shouldn’t inherently have consequences… It should be able to be like this weekend was.) *shrug*]
[This is part of the sexual assault series.]