I was in line at the bookstore, and decided on an impulse buy: a chocolate bar. There were two kinds. One was a kind that I sorta like, but not my favorite, and one was a kind I'd never tried, but from the description, there was a chance I wouldn't like it at all, but then again, maybe I would. I chose the first one.
Now I'm here eating it, and analyzing myself. When given the choice between the familiar, but merely okay, and the unknown - possibly great, possibly not, I chose the safe one. That's what's wrong with me: I dont take chances. I'm not daring enough.
Or maybe being in school has just put me in the overanalytical mindset and chocolate's just chocolate.
