Telling the wrong person(s) that I exist.
Not to one up you (or is it one down?)…did the same thing…for a lot more money…dumb me
I regret listening to my well meaning parents who thought it was risky to go to the six year pre med program because I’d have to ride the subway into Harlem…or wait, not taking the scholarship to a distant college, because I thought my parents couldn’t handle my absence. Or wait, there’s more…not taking the scholarship to the high school of Performing Arts, either…love my folks, but their over protectiveness really ended up harming me…and I was not smart enough to rebel. Same with my cousin…
She had the opportunity to attend FIT…her father wouldn’t let her cause she would have to take the subway alone…
That’s immigrant mentality, I suppose
I regret not being sincere 
There is this one girl. I don’t know why I didn’t push more for it. My lack of confidence made me miss out on something that could have been great. Or maybe disastrous. But damn was she hot.
More importantly I regret not saying more to my father. Not telling him how important he was to me. I regret not mentioning that he looked like hell when I saw him. I had been away at Basic Training so I didn’t see a gradual change. It was sudden when I saw him again. It looked like he aged 20 years in a few months. If I had said something, made him go to a doctor, maybe he wouldn’t have died 2 weeks later.
It’s not as dramatic as other people’s regrets, but I regret not being more sentimental. I have few mementos of my past. I let years go by without being photographed. I don’t have any of my old report cards or term papers. I go places without buying souveniers.
I tried to keep a diary when I was youth, but I only made it a couple of months before I gave up on it. I really wish I hadn’t done that. I know I was a thinking, feeling flesh-and-blood person back then, but my memory of myself tells me this wasn’t the case. A diary would perhaps humanize me more to myself.
The usual – a girl who was always around that I never found the time or courage for.
There are lots of things I haven’t done in or with my life, and I’ve made at least one decision that turned out really badly, but life’s really too short for regrets.
I was the weird kid in school and a little naive. Some kids would chat me up but I soon learned never to open up to anybody because they just used whatever you said to persecute you somehow. I internalized this and got so I could get along without ever having to communicate anything more than superficial information to anyone.
I was 30 years old before I met someone tenacious enough to beat through that armor. I wish that could have happened a decade or so earlier.
I have so many that the only reasonable explanation is that I am a person of very poor judgment.
Lots of them involve women. Lots.
ditto.
Deepest regret…the sins I didn’t commit.
LOL, same here. Women and shitty mental health are my kryptonite, and my terrible judgment didn’t help.
I regret I did not start trying to conceive children sooner. Even though I struggled physically with both of my pregnancies, I am a very good mother. But I was traumatized by a nasty mom so I let my fears of turning into her influence my childbearing choices.
I have one horrible regret that simply stays with me and those it hurt. I think of it every day. And I should.
But of those I’ll mention, I regret not having gotten closer to my brother before he died. I was truly my (evil) mother’s minion growing up, so totally bought into her BS that he was an awful, useless person. Sadly, this was completely untrue, and I only realized that shortly before he was gone. We had some good times together, but not nearly enough. I still talk about him in therapy, trying to get my head around why I was so stupid. I should’ve been there for him more as he battled the end.
On a less serious note (and one I’ve mentioned before here in the past), I regret not losing my virginity sooner. I’d had my fair share of opportunities, but held out due to misguided religious beliefs. Not only did I miss out on some much needed growing up via relationships, but all that produced some ridiculous sexual hangups that took a long frigging time to eradicate.
And finally, I really regret that I don’t have children. Of course, I’m the one who decided, but that was beyond necessary, as there was no way in hell I was going to pass on any possible mental illness, nor subject them to my toxic mother. It will always hurt, but it was the right thing to do.
And I was too stupid to realize that if I put it in a bank account where I pay rent and bills, of the course the sh*t was going to dwindle down and down and down.
:smack::smack:
I regret getting married. I REALLY regret getting married. And I regret not leaving him sooner. Granted, we were only married for a little over 2 years, and only lived together as a married couple for a little over one year, but that was too long.
I regret not keeping in touch with people more.
I regret not developing a growth mindset earlier in life. That cost me a lot of opportunities, especially in college and early adulthood.
why no money?
Which regret do you have in mind when you ask that question?
Just curious what’s wrong with married life
I don’t think there’s anything bad about married life per se. I just had a very bad marriage. It left me with some physical damage that I can’t undo. I’ve also been made sharply aware of my shortcomings, some of which are deal-breakers for any reasonable guy and that aren’t fixable. Although self-knowledge is generally a good thing to have, I was much happier when I was blind to faults that were quite obvious to my ex, and probably to everyone else I’d ever been involved with.
I’m also very sorry I spent the last of my dateable years with him. It’s been almost four years, and I have yet to have as much as a second date with anyone. I think I’m going to be alone from now on. I can’t say I’m thrilled with that, but I’m making my peace with it.