The Wee Democracy

i've got regrets.

now what that means is up for debate. i've been told that regrets are a waste of time -- time spent wishing is time wasted. i've also heard that regrets are the building agents of character. i haven't made up my mind about which of the two options are the answer for me.

i regret not working harder in high school, but i don't regret going to UT.

i regret not working hard in the first two years of college, but i don't regret taking my time to find a major that truly fit me.

i regret letting my friendship and whatever may have been go by the wayside with lauren. she was true blue, and i let it slip through my fingers

i regret not going back to sara's apartment, but i don't regret anything that happened with meredith.

i regret blowing the job in iowa. but whether or not that regret will stand is not for certain yet.

there is something that anyone who really knows me, and there are few of you, that i used to regret so deeply. but now i see it was a fallacy, and that i never should have regretted in it in the first place, or rather, there was nothing to truly regret. but there are those other ones that really could have made things different, probably for the better, and those regrets i still hold on to, at least for now.

so, to lauren, on the snowball's chance in hell that somehow you've found this, i'm sorry.
sara, i should have gone to your apartment. you folks in iowa....i'm kinda sorry...for now.

what i'll do with these regrets in the future remains to be seen. maybe they're useful for a time, then when you've gleaned whatever life altering information you need from them, or you've learned your lesson, i mean really learned it, you can leave them behind. and to carry them any further, THAT is the waste of time.



feeling: melancholic
thinking of: d-man in NO, spending his birthday without me ...lucky bastard
song of the day: happy jack - the who