Okay, I admit, bowling is the least of all my favorite sports. It bores me to death and I said so to Ginny, the organizer of that funky bowling event last Saturday. Nevertheless, I went to the event just to challenge myself and help change my notion about it. But when I got there, things weren't ready yet and I was having my doubts. You see, one of my psychoses whenever Peter and I would go out (whether it's a gimmick with friends, a night with Brownman Revival, etc.) is this nagging feeling that I wouldn't have fun, that it would be a complete waste of my time, that I should've just stayed at home, do some more productive activities, or be a couch potato and watch Castle reruns, which I am loving a lot these days by the way. But then like I said, I like challenging my psychosis from time to time.
Okay, I admit, bowling is the least of all my favorite sports. It bores me to death and I said so to Ginny, the organizer of that funky bowling event last Saturday. Nevertheless, I went to the event just to challenge myself and help change my notion about it. But when I got there, things weren't ready yet and I was having my doubts. You see, one of my psychoses whenever Peter and I would go out (whether it's a gimmick with friends, a night with Brownman Revival, etc.) is this nagging feeling that I wouldn't have fun, that it would be a complete waste of my time, that I should've just stayed at home, do some more productive activities, or be a couch potato and watch Castle reruns, which I am loving a lot these days by the way. But then like I said, I like challenging my psychosis from time to time. 
