I had what can only be described as a drama-filled, slow-motion car crash of a night, starting with a party I shouldn't have been invited too. That idea that you'll never see someone again? Out the window. There isn't even a window to go out of, although that's what I wanted to do, as in throw myself out of one. There are just as many overlaps here as there are in high school. Perhaps the worst part was the fact that I am not unobservent of activity - oh, sure, I'll carry on conversation, but at the same time listen peripherally to snide comments. I use this skill to manipulate conversation (as a social exercise) and also figure out the general ambience of a group - two things that I find necessary to stay calm and collected when group dynamics come into play. It's one thing to be talked about behind your back - it's another thing to know that it's happening and look the same people in the eye moments after it happens. It all comes down to this - I made a mistake and trusted someone with something that didn't need to be entrusted. I feel bad for that on top of what happened tonight, which is a double-whammy.