Why can't life be simple?

Yesterday, I was meeting with one of the guys from my connection group (we meet one-on-one with someone else from the group every week). One thing we talked about was a rumor going around the tech/worship team. They've been talking about a "relationship" that has been developing between myself and the tech team's "mom". I just see it as a friendship, but the guys see potential for more--to the point where the phrase "When are you going to ask her out?" came up. Okay, I've thought about it before, but I've also thought about putting on rollerblades and hockey pads and being towed behind a car and into a telephone pole.

Anyway, my first impulse upon hearing this was to avoid her and end the friendship. How messed up is that? I almost didn't talk to her at all last night. Then I decided I was being stupid for acting like that because of what other people were saying. I shouldn't act differently just because some people think there's more going on than I do.

In a mildly related note, I've managed to hurt myself during Salt tear-down again. In case you've forgotten or never read about the last time, here's the post. We were putting everything away in the storage unit when my grip on the sub case slipped, and I dropped it on my toes. I somehow managed to keep from screaming, and was able to help finish putting things away. Unfortunately, I nearly blacked out while the other guys were putting the last few things away in the office--so they were somewhat far away. I think if I had eaten more recently, I would have thrown up.

Of course, I still walked to and from class today. Pain's not going to stop me that easily.

My right big toe took the worst of it. Anyone with a weak stomach may not want to look lower, because I took a picture of the damage. Don't worry, it looks worse than it is. Blood will do that.