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There is something about my social wiring that I much prefer the spontaneous outing to a planned one. This weekend in is the church retreat. I wanted to go. I was looking forward to it. However, the closer the date of the event gets, the more I don't want to go. The longer I have to think about something, the more time I have to imagine why it's going to suck or not meet my expectations. I have no time to invent expectations for things that happen on the spur of the moment, so I don't lose my enthusiasm for them before they occur.