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She was right.
As much as you would like to argue otherwise, your tendency to act without giving proper thought to the consequences hasn't exactly always yielded positive results. They haven't always had completely negative results, either, but you couldn't deny that you might not have suffered nearly as much blunt force trauma to the head as you've experienced in your short life if you had only invested a bit more time into the planning stage of things.
'The Sandbox Incident'.
'The Eggshell Incident'.
And, of course, 'Red Tuesday'.
Those were just the tip of the iceberg in terms of situations you've somehow blundered your way into and out from, each one resulting in you doing something more hazardous than the last. At this point, your penchant for bad choices has reached such an extent that, if you were to ever find a live hand grenade being thrown at your feet, your response would not be to pick it up and throw it back at whoever tossed it at you, dive onto it to protect everyone around you from the blast, or even simply running away from it. No, if you were ever to find yourself in that unlikely situation, you have no doubt that your first instinct would be to pick up the deadly explosive and carry it over to whoever threw it at you, as if you were returning a wallet they had dropped.
Though it would probably be something you wouldn't question in the moment, you realize now just how completely and utterly stupid such an act would be. Really, now, just what kind of idiot would ever do something as obviously suicidal as carrying an explosive device to his intended target rather than just throwing the damn thing?
You are exactly that sort of idiot.
Though you naturally wonder how things might have been different if only you had acted more sensibly, you know such an exercise would be pointless.
What's done is done, and you can't change the past any more than you can un-crack a frying egg or un-throw an already airborne rock.
No, you've made your omelet, and now you're going to have to sleep in it.
...god, that would feel great, wouldn't it?
To be able to sleep upon a fluffy pile of eggs?
Sure, the grease would ruin any clothes you might sleep in, but goddamn would you ever smell delicious in the morning. Well, as long as they stayed fresh, that is. Otherwise-
The sound of Tenshi's voice and fingers snapping once again drags your attention back to the present.
“Er, sorry. I guess I spaced out there for a moment.”
“Really,” Tenshi says flatly. “You. Spacing out.”
“Sorry, it's just that I was thinking about some of the problems I've had, and, well, you're right. I haven't reall-”
“Stop!” Tenshi suddenly holds one hand up, as the other reaches into her pocket and pulls out her phone. Punching a few buttons, she then holds it up to your face. “Okay, go ahead. You were saying something about me being...?”
“That's it! Feel free to start again from there.”
“You were right, Tenshi, I hav-”
“Say it louder,” she prompts you, beaming.
“You were right, Tenshi, I-”
“Now say it s l o w ly,” she prods, clearly relishing this.
“Tenshi, please, I'm trying to have a moment, here.”
“Oh, fine!” she relents, snapping the phone shut and tucking it back into her pocket. “That's enough for a ring tone, anyway.”
“Wait, you're going to use that as-”
“Anyway,” she says, ignoring you. “You're finally getting what a dumbass you've been?”
“I'm not sure I'd put it quite like that, but, well...”
“But you're still standing there, looking like you want to go do something about your latest screw-up.”
“I should at least apologize to her!”
“Uh-huh. Just 'apologize'?”
“...well, a hug might be nice, too, if she wouldn't min-”
“Just stick with apologizing. The more you say or do, the more likely it'll turn into something stupid.”
“Right, fine, no hugging.”
[ ] When you're done, you'll go right to class. It's almost like you have a plan!
[ ] You're not sure. Maybe if you had someone tag along for support...
[ ] Actually, you're having second thoughts about this. Maybe you could do this later?