question: So , do I follow my gut ( the same gut that led me to take single sessions of fencing and improv and to briefly involve myself with varying volunteer commitments ? ) or sit on the fence a little while longer and perhaps look at taking a Wicca 101 class or scouring a dozen more books on my lunch hours ? The problem is that there is no real way to know if I fit without actually jumping in . And it 's just uncouth to poke around at the fringes for eternity .
Q: What is causing so much self doubt in the narrator ?

answer: They have to pick between fencing and wicca .

question: After this fall , I wo n't care anymore , but right now , they 're really getting to me . I do n't want to tell him how badly they 're hurting me , because he should know . I just want to cry every time he says something like that to me . He 's so immature and he always compares me to other people , most of whom he 's never met .
Q: Who is it the narrator is likely talking about ?

answer: a boyfriend

question: I did n't want to go , although I had been warned a week earlier about the birthday of a colleague of Leopoldo 's ; still I conspired to get out of it . Simple reasoning did n't work as I got The Sad Look ( and I ca n't deal with that ) . Injuring myself would n't work ; days earlier in a radical turn into the driveway I had an encounter with a tree branch that left me with a band aid on the bridge of my nose .
Q: Why did she conspire ?

answer:
She did not want to go to an event .