Well, upon further inspection...
I can actually accept things, and am currently at peace with myself, for one reason, and one reason alone: I'd rather feel like a complete ass for having mucked things up, than for never having taken the chance--and kicking myself for years (or more) for not having had the guts in the first place.
That's what I'll keep telling myself, anyway.
Of course, that's how it's always worked--if I do anything other than stare/drool/daydream (all rather 'light stalking' in my book) then it musses things up. I may hate the ensuing events of said course of action, however I really hate remembering the times when I didn't say anything. Of course, I'm sure the objects of said stalking really appreciate me having done diddly.
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