Regret is fo suckas!

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... 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!