I almost made a friend last night. It was around one in the morning. I was sitting on the chapel stairs that face the chapel garden (and good ol' Pew), when suddenly a small gray cat padded up to me. It clearly wanted to be petted, rolling around on the step in front of me. But I didn't pet it. Why? Because I've been taught that it isn't safe to pet stray animals. So instead of making a friend, I did the safe, socially correct thing.

I've always done the safe thing. So much for being safe. From now on, I scoff in the face of conventionality. Farewell, conventions!

So.... How do I go about this new life?