Persuaded

My friends made me do it.
And so now every time I think about it,
I shutter
in disbelief that I actually did it,
but not in disbelief that I allowed them to persuade me.
I trusted
that their minds together were more sound than mine alone.
I suppose I was silly to think that.
Silly to believe that things,
stuff, junk, garbage would actually be a change
that I desperately needed.
They vicariously lived through me,
when I was simply excited for the simplicity of the situation.
And so I was persuaded
either by good intentions
or selfish desires.