Have you ever seen that quote before? Supposedly it was invented to make us all feel better about those pathetic choices we have made in the past.
All in all, it’s pretty harmless to believe the ‘no regrets’ mantra — but there are instances where I simply have to indulge the vomit feeling in my stomach and allow myself to bathe in full-on regret.
See, sometimes the floor is wet & we will notice the “Wet Floor” sign. And sometimes, we will ignore our intuition and walk right onto that floor with no inhibitions anyway. And then sometimes we will slip and fall. (And sometimes we will make up stupid mini-lessons just so we can tie our Title into our post somehow…).
That couch? That is a picture of one of my ex-boyfriends. You may notice that the seats are torn to shreds, and might even start to smell a stench coming from your computer screen (see? it’s not you!). He is obviously quite used up, unbearably uncomfortable to be around, and all around a waste of a good couch.
But when I first laid eyes on him, all I chose to see was his beautiful chestnut hue and the soft arms. Even after we broke up and I proceeded to take him back a year later, I tried so hard to convince myself that the odor was bearable.
Make no mistake, I definitely don’t think of myself as a ‘break-the-bank’ loveseat … I have some (okay, a lot of) springs loose. But the thing is: two trashed sofa’s do not equal a possibility for a working relationship. And I knew it.
Our intuition is powerful. It gives us glasses for our love-struck eyes. There are signals to spot. The problem? Our heart just has to be that leather-face’s main squeeze. It tries to rationalize with itself, “But the smell of fried skin can kind of be a turn on … maybe if I pretend he’s drenched in bacon??”
Alas, though, things will (usually) work themselves out and you will eventually see the error in your ways. When my only choices left were Prison or Break-Up, I chose to finally (and for good) walk away. Regret ending things? Not in a million years. What I regret is wasting so much of my damn time allowing myself to be completely miserable.
There is no “woe is me” feeling (although I couldn’t resist using that Snooki pic), just a “don’t ever do that again” understanding. I have no desire to be in any kind of relationship anytime soon anyway … but when I do (maybe in 10 years…), I will make sure I look out for those “Wet Floor” cautionary signs*.
*Except for last night, when I walked into the kitchen and proceeded to do a body-crash on the wet floor. It was another epic moment in my life.
Do you have any major regrets?