never saying hi when i was younger... afraid everyone else had this bullshit figured out... Standing on the wall being a flower. Thinking I was so fcking clever, and everyone else was a fool for acting like minions... No i was the fool afraid to live... afraid to dance to the music... afraid to say hello a thousand times over.
я сожалею, что потеряла много людей в своей жизни. много нужных. хороших. верящих в меня людей.
я просто их потеряла.
My biggest regret is being too passive. It's indirectly taken the lives of both my parents. My mom abused pills and needed help, but noone was brave enough to acknowledge the problem and try hard to fix it. Me, especially. Even though I was only around nine or 10 when it started happening, I pretended it didn't exist and hoped that it would resolve itself. My mom was my best friend, and I still feel like I failed her. She died late 2007, a month before my 11th birthday.
My dad killed himself back in early April, and while I know its partly because of my mom's absence, I do still feel as though I caused that too. He had recently relapsed on alcohol and pills and had tried to apologize and had promised he'd never do it again. I was unsure of the truth in it and had kept my distance, right when he needed me most. I remember distinctly that he called me once when I was in the car and I told him I was busy, that I loved him and would text him goodnight later. He said, "I'd like that." I forgot to text him. A week or so later he shot himself. He needed me. I failed him. Do you see a pattern forming here?
I didn't learn from it, though I wish I had. I hope one day I learn to stop hurting the people around me unintentionally and to get them help when they need it.
I disobeyed my parents. I still regret it everyday but I've learn things from it too.
Думаю, что сожалеть о случившемся неконструктивно... Ну, можно, погоревать, пореветь, послать подальше... и? Эмоции здесь не работают.
Неприятно, например, когда один человек использует другого в своих корыстных целях и прикрывается лживыми легендами, которые активно распространяет. За такой подлостью скорее всего стоят страхи... Вывод прост: больше всего о своей безупречной репутации беспокоится лжец...
Говорят, что понимание предполагает прощение. Ну да... если поняла, то = простила. Вопрос в другом... Сможете ли вы дать вашему "прощенному" новый аванс доверия? Я могу только в одном случае... если человек мне чем-то дорог.
В отрицательном опыте есть свой глубокий смысл, понять который иногда очень сложно. Но надо стараться... Своим студентам я всегда говорю, что ошибаться можно, но нельзя одну и ту же ошибку повторять много раз, потому что это клиника.
Eating that taco my Zo Zo gave me. My stomache and my colon have never been the same...
Not the biggest, but still a regret.
I wish I had become forklift or scissor-lift certified when I was working at Wal-Mart. I was only there 6 months, but I was told early on that I could get certified if I wanted to. I just think it would have been an awesome thing to do and they provided the training.
I've always regretted that because even though I wasn't there very long or in retail at all very long, it would have been a cool thing to put on a resume. Good conversation starter.
We satisfy our endless needs
And justify our bloody deeds
In the name of yesteryear
And in the name of God...
One word here...slavery.
I've told you the story before, but if you don't remember, you can probably read it in any history book. There's no use hiding it from you. I'm not the kind of state to shy away from the truth. I'm not going to try to sugar-coat it in some pathetic attempt at justification.
I could try to pretend that it doesn't bother me anyone, pretend that I've forgiven myself. But that would be lying to you and to myself. If nothing else, I promise to be as honest as possible for the remainder of my existence. I've lived for much too long as a hypocrite. .
Some of the others tell me I shouldn't feel as bad as I do. After all, people now hardly remember that I was a slave state at all. They think of states like Virginia, South Carolina, Georgia, Mississippi...I'm something of an afterthought. Maybe it's because I didn't join the Confederacy in the end (in the interest of full disclosure, I'll have to tell that story someday- it's certainly not because I was unflinchingly loyal to the Union). Maybe they think that makes it better. It doesn't.
I'm not afraid to say it. I was wrong. For three hundred years, I was wrong. But I wasn't the only one. We were all guilty in our own way. As much as I wish that our history could have unfolded in a different way, I don't think I would change anything if I got the chance. I think that everything that has happened to us has been a lesson. We've learned our lessons the hard way, and I'm not going to pretend that everything is perfect now. But there were certain things that had to happen, I think. Our history hasn't always been pretty, but there's no use in wondering about "what might have been" had things been different. What's past is past, and all we can do now is focus on the future.