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WHAT'S YOUR BIGGEST REGRET?
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Feldschlacht IV
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CloseI'm not really regretful of anything, I have to say. I guess I believe in the 'everything happens for a reason' mindset, because even the bad stuff that's happened to be in the past, has shaped me or my circumstance for the better in the long run, or at least, I feel I'm where I'm 'supposed' to be in life.
With that being said, my 'regrets' in life are limited to juvenile shit like 'aww man I totally should have banged that chick that was all over me' or like 'Man I shouldn't have spent all that money last week' or 'I shouldn't have eaten so much pizza'.
It sounds sort of empty and base and yeah I've been through some REAL SHIT in the past, but I mean presently, I have a pretty fulfilling life and I feel emotionally and spiritually well rounded. I have no major regrets.
With that being said, my 'regrets' in life are limited to juvenile shit like 'aww man I totally should have banged that chick that was all over me' or like 'Man I shouldn't have spent all that money last week' or 'I shouldn't have eaten so much pizza'.
It sounds sort of empty and base and yeah I've been through some REAL SHIT in the past, but I mean presently, I have a pretty fulfilling life and I feel emotionally and spiritually well rounded. I have no major regrets.
/troll
In all seriousness, I'm not really regretful for anything I've done...granted there are events in my past I wished I had not been a part of, but those events just really have made me a stronger person in the long run.
The only thing I wish right now I could go back and change is my first few years in college. I just wish I would've had more drive at the time, because, now it's costing me to stay in college a extra 3 years or so...almost double the normal college student.
Killer Wolf
1235
I have to revisit mine. I was looking through some old photos the other day, and that reminded me of a big mistake I made.
I broke up with a wonderful girlfriend because she loved me too much. It was more complicated than that, of course.
Too much info (Probably):
Big time regret.
I broke up with a wonderful girlfriend because she loved me too much. It was more complicated than that, of course.
Too much info (Probably):
Fairly early in the relationship, she told me she'd been raped. Not raped as in date raped, but raped as in "still had scars from fighting back against the attack" raped. For whatever reason, she fell for me faster than I was falling for her. She was really pushing for us to become intimate, but I kept hesitating. She was bi, and had apparently only been with girls since her attack. I was really too young to handle any of it well. I liked her, liked being with her, but wasn't ready to call it love yet, and because of that I wouldn't take her to bed. We still made out and cuddled, but anytime things started to go further, I had this immense feeling of guilt wash over me. I guess I just didn't want to risk taking advantage of her in any way. Somehow it made sense for me to break up with her. I was also, stupidly, still infatuated with an ex at the time.
She couldn't be around me for a while, but after that we were able to have an almost normal friendship. Unfortunately, she got herself into an abusive relationship later (that wonderful routine where when you try to talk them out of it, they look at you like you're an idiot and explain how he's not a bad person, he just has some issues...), and then kind of spiraled out of control with alcohol and drug abuse. By the time I realized that I did love her, the person I loved didn't exist anymore, and my trying to bring her back only served to drive the girl who was wearing her skin away completely.
The last time we spoke was a couple years later, when I was involved with someone else. I barely recognized her. She offered me some drugs and then made some very explicit and specific requests. I instead offered her a place to stay for a while until she could get things sorted out (A mutual friend had told me she'd been living with an older girl who apparently kicked her out after an argument about her drug use turned violent). Her reply was to tell me to go f*ck myself before leaving with some stranger. The last time I saw her face was when she looked back over her shoulder at me, and, just for a moment, I could have sworn the old fire was in her eyes again, the person she used to be... and then she was gone.
She couldn't be around me for a while, but after that we were able to have an almost normal friendship. Unfortunately, she got herself into an abusive relationship later (that wonderful routine where when you try to talk them out of it, they look at you like you're an idiot and explain how he's not a bad person, he just has some issues...), and then kind of spiraled out of control with alcohol and drug abuse. By the time I realized that I did love her, the person I loved didn't exist anymore, and my trying to bring her back only served to drive the girl who was wearing her skin away completely.
The last time we spoke was a couple years later, when I was involved with someone else. I barely recognized her. She offered me some drugs and then made some very explicit and specific requests. I instead offered her a place to stay for a while until she could get things sorted out (A mutual friend had told me she'd been living with an older girl who apparently kicked her out after an argument about her drug use turned violent). Her reply was to tell me to go f*ck myself before leaving with some stranger. The last time I saw her face was when she looked back over her shoulder at me, and, just for a moment, I could have sworn the old fire was in her eyes again, the person she used to be... and then she was gone.
Big time regret.
Lezales
100
For now, at my young age of 21. I'd say not having the guts to say to my granduncle that I really loved him when I saw him for the last time at the hospital.
