Two things, completely unrelated, just real quick.

1) I've realized over the last few years that I hate large crowds of people. Inside, outside, wherever: I am not a fan. I've been on Bourbon Street during Mardi Gras twice in my life. The second time, I cried. Standing on a balcony yelling at the people below was fine, but when I actually had to go down to the street it wasn't nearly as exciting. Not that I thought it would be. Pushing my way through screaming fans to be at the front row of a concert is not my idea of fun, and there is no way in hell you will find me at Times Square on New Year's Eve ever. EVER. I don't have social anxiety. In fact, I love going out. I just despise being crammed with belligerent people somewhere. Ok, enough on that subject.

2) I am a proponent of talking things out with someone no matter what the circumstances. Things might not go according to your plan, or the outcome might not be what you expect, but it's always the best course of action. It's also the adult thing to do. Uncomfortable situations do not just become comfortable without discussion. Granted, I do not always follow my own advice, but I try. I also suggest it to others - the sooner the better. Is there ever a good time to tell a loved something that will hurt? Of course not, but the sooner he or she knows the sooner he or she can make steps to move forward. Then again, maybe it's something good. Do you really want to wait until it's too late to tell someone you love them? Doubtful. Does it hurt when the reaction you receive isn't what you wanted? Sure, but you'll get over it sooner or later and at least you'll know. Whatever it is. You'll know.