I do not think I’ve always been good or well behaved. I am more so now, but perhaps that’s due to lack of opportunity more than anything else. Do I regret some of the things I’ve done in the past? Of course! I know it’s not very cool to say I have regrets. I’m supposed to say that those things have made me the person I am today and there is no point in regretting the past. Regret is a wasted emotion. I get it; I do, but realistically, who hasn’t done some stupid things they wish they could change?
MY LIST OF REGRETS:
- That time I heated my tea in the microwave – inside a metallic coated mug.
- Telling my husband I didn’t like him anymore. To be honest, I didn’t like how he was behaving but I could have communicated my feelings more eloquently.
- Going to Bergen for New Year. Miserable weather; ill husband; scary Fireworks and awful lodgings.
- Not speaking up for him when he was at the lowest, most vulnerable point in his life – even after several opportunities to intervene. This is my greatest regret of all.
- Kissing someone who wasn’t my boyfriend.
- Not phoning my mum and dad on the night I moved away from home.
- Putting my finger in the live light bulb socket.
- Not beating up Donna the bully. I really wish I had.
- Not asking for more help with Mental Arithmetic and Maths. I hated numbers and froze when dealing with them and so never tried with numbers when younger. As an adult I had a mini breakdown whilst studying for a Statistics Exam and was convinced I couldn’t do it. I got an A.
- Getting so drunk on my 17th birthday.
- Not having more confidence.
- Prolonged heartbreak after splitting up. Can’t make yourself feel a certain way though, can you?
- Losing weight and gaining the same back, almost every year of my adult life.
- Pretending not to see Fiona as I walked past her at work. We had differences of opinion and I was still reeling. She went off work sick that day and died shortly afterwards. She was 34.
- Passing the phone to my mum when my great aunt called, after only a few words. She also died days later.
- Not telling someone about the creepy island pervert.
- Manically assaulting the faulty printer (countless times) and making things worse.
- Going out with people for a second time shortly after splitting up. We ended it the first time for good reason.
- Body Suits. The top with popper briefs attached. Horrible.
- Worrying too much about what people thought.
- Not speaking up for the bullied. I’ve never been a bully and I’ve tried to offer support but I never actually stood up to those bullies when it was happening.
- My first Perm.
- Not wearing flat shoes at that conference gig. It felt like the longest day of my life. Come to think of it, any time I went out wearing heels with no flat shoes in bag for back-up.
For all of those regrets, I could match with bad/irresponsible behaviour that I don’t regret because it never hurt anyone else. Skipping school; cheating at college and university; smoking dope in my lunch hour (decades ago); countless drunk (but fun) nights; not studying hard enough; spending money on frivolous items; little white lies to make myself appear better; reading/lazing around when I should have been doing important stuff. I could go on but I’ll just stop here.