A Forced Hand to Play

I hate this. I’ve been forced into making a decision and I only have a few hours. This is one of those times I wish I had someone to talk this out with … sure I can talk to other people, but by the time they’d be available, it’ll be too late. My old confidant was always available.

This is a difficult decision, and not one I want to take lightly; I also don’t want to sacrifice something solid for a speculative venture later. Perhaps it’s just because I don’t really like change …, or perhaps it’s because I have a sense of duty and I don’t want to damage my current situation.

Ugh. How am I supposed to know which course of action is the correct one? I can’t see the future … I can’t tell if I should be turning left, instead of right.

2 Responses to “A Forced Hand to Play”

  1. BBuddy Says:

    Fine, don’t consult me. I see how it is. You hate Germans, eh? Well, we know how to get even, I’ll tell ya that!

  2. Ryan Says:

    Um, I did … you left before you dispensed any of your teutonic advice.