Topic: regrets week
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This is a guest post for TheGloss’s Regret Week – where readers share their worst regrets. More
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I do not regret much. I can count my regrets on one hand. I regret losing two close friends because of Swede, I regret reading his email and killing our trust in that one moment, I regret not having been on good terms with Christine when she died, and lastly, probably most of all, I regret my suicide attempt. More
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Just now, when trying to write a post about how I regret everything about my first job (especially the getting myself fired part, but also the letting myself be trapped in a job I hated part), I realized something: I don’t actually regret that at all. Sure, I might do things differently if I found myself in that situation today, but it taught me some important lessons that have informed how I’ve led my life since then. (Do you care? Should I write about these awful lessons tomorrow? Just thinking about it now is making my heart speed up.) Sifting through the rest of my life for regrets, I realized I feel much the same way about most of the “regrettable” things I’ve done. With the exception of the times I’ve hurt people other than myself, I regret none of them, because they helped make me the semi-functional adult I am today. Hence, I give you: 14 things I should probably regret, but don’t More
Normally, when I’m asked to describe deputy editor Ashley Cardiff in 5 words or less I say, “Nietzsche, hilarious early syphilitic phase.” But this week I would say “Nietzsche, almost dead syphilis phase.” Namely, because of shit like this.
What do you do to cheer up your pals? What did Clarence the Angel do? Suspicious stuff, mostly, insofar as he never proved that everyone’s life wouldn’t be better if George jumped off the bridge. I’ve got to come up with a plan. Here’s what I’m thinking so far: More