My antisocial tendencies are getting worse. Just today, I met up with a former classmate who wanted to return a book that I loaned her last quarter. I’ve always thought this girl was super cute, and I think she’s been aware of that. For today, we agreed to meet at the Mission Bakery Cafe on campus. I got there first, so I chose a table and started to free-write in my journal. I was in an introspective kind of mood. When she came, I stopped writing, but my mind was still spinning in a haze of words and abstract ideas. We spoke for a while as I placed the book into my grossly overstuffed backpack, and all the while, I got the feeling she wanted to spend a few minutes to talk and catch up. For some reason, though, I felt more awkward around her than I normally did, and all I wanted to do was just walk away and be alone with my thoughts. Once I ran out of things to say, she read my body language and waved goodbye. The moment I turned to leave, I realized that I was making a big mistake. But my pride wouldn’t allow me to turn around and reverse it. Real smooth, Kev. So much for seizing the day.