There's a saying that in the end you don't regret the things you did... only the things you didn't.
Um... I beg to differ...
What about the time I drunkenly
text-ed a guy ALL night? I totally regret THAT shit! (I'd fill you in on
the retarded crap I sent but sober me couldn't bear it and deleted it
all before I could peruse that hot mess). I'm sure it seemed freaking
genius at the time... you know 2 margaritas and about 8 beers in
genius...
There was this one time (well maybe
more than once...) I thought that although I had absolutely NO balance I
could TOTALLY dance.... um.... yeah... not so much. My ass and the
ground have met on many an occasion...
I kinda regret thinking the
bartender was working too slowly at my sister's wedding and hopping
behind the bar and mixing my own drinks... BIG MISTAKE! HUGE! I sure
wish I remembered the second half of that wedding... I heard it was tons
o' fun...
How about that drunken fiasco at.....
hmmmm.... maybe there's a pattern
here... NAW! I'm not an alcoholic... alcoholics go to meetings! JK!
Although there are plenty of drunken adventures I wouldn't advertise on
FB at least those are excusable with a "*hic*... well I was a little
tipsy..."
I'm pretty sure there are plenty of
things I wish I hadn't done that DON'T involve adult beverages... I'd
say my marriage but there was most certainly some alcohol involved and I
did get my super awesome kid out of it. We'll just call that a
detour...
I guess there are a few things I
regret NOT doing... I regret not finishing college (yet). I regret
investing a shit ton of money on beer and partying and NOT spending it
on something awesome like a trip to Europe... I could have thought that
one out a little better but then again I was *hic* drinking a lot
then...
I always kind of figured that the
saying mainly applied to love... as in not telling the ones you love how
much they mean to you, not following your heart for fear of being
hurt... that kind of thing... Well Idk if that's really true. I think
there are times that I plopped my guts out on the table for everyone to
gawk at and looking back there a few times I kind of regret it... I mean
WTF was I thinking? One dude was stinky... He literally stunk...PEE-EWE! I swear I was
half-retarded. Seriously...
BUUUUTTTT.... I guess there were a
few instances that I still wonder about. Not that I'm pining away for
anyone or that I don't believe that everything happens for a reason but
of course there are some "what ifs"... Admittedly, if I really think
about it most of those are clouded by time and rose colored glasses and
if I try I could predict the demise of most of those relationships
anyway... still tho...
Now that I'm older...ish... I try to
think about stuff like that when I'm faced with choices. I really
believe that following your heart (even tho my heart is kind of stupid
sometimes) is almost always the best decision.
I guess in the end when you're all
wrinkly and crap, sitting alone in your hover-chair sipping lava hot
coffee and praying your Depends holds out, it would really suck to
regret letting something possibly amazing slip away... I want some
wrinkly old fart sitting right next me and I don't want to wait til my
boobs are scraping the ground and my face looks like I left it in the
bathtub too long to find my Depends buddy. So Ima wear my heart on my
sleeve (well under my hoodie) and let the chips fall where they may.
Regret is fo suckas!
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