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Quickie Blog: A Week Of Regrets

I have been in a funk the past week.  I have only been able to shake it for brief spurts, but it keeps coming back. In the back of my mind, I know what is bothering me, but there is no quick fix.  So I want to apologize to those I have hurt in the past.

I regret betting against the Giants.  Not because I know see them as a better team, but because I lost money.

I regret cursing at someone.  Not because curses are bad, but because they took me literally, when I thought I was joking.

I regret not being able to help a friend. Not because I love helping people move furniture, but because I was in pain and couldn't come up with a wacky lie.

I regret not calling my Dad earlier this week.  No funny joke here.

I regret getting mad at someone for ignoring me.  Not because I didn't feel they were ignoring me, but because I left myself open to them reminding me we talked for 40 minutes less than two days ago. I hate being wrong.

I regret having a two hour political debate this morning.  Not because I hate discussing politics, but I should have realized that arguing with room temperature IQ, right wing, racists is a waste of time.

I regret playing upwards of 200 games of words with friends.  Not because it's a waste of time, but because one of my friends kicks my ass daily!  It's killing me.

I regret having impure thoughts about my cousin.  Not because she's my cousin, but because I'm adopted and should have hit that back in the day.

I regret eating an entire loaf of bread in one day?  Not because of the carbs, but because I didn't have a nice Cabernet and some brie to go with it.

I regret telling someone I was thinking about them.  Not because I wasn't really thinking about them, but because I was thinking about them, their best friend and a whole lot of duct tape.

I regret not drinking all week.  Not because I wanted to go out, but it made my mundane life seem utterly pointless.

I regret not buying a cat.  Not because I needed a cat right away, but because there was a sale on cat food and I felt like I should share it with someone.

I regret spreading a rumor about someone on Facebook.  Not because I hurt anyone, but because their dead.

I regret not checking Wikipedia every day.  Not because it's so insightful, but so I could have missed it the other day.

I regret not smoking when I was younger.  Not because it was cool, but I'm envious of people who can cough 24/7 and say "I'm not sick at all."

I regret not fulfilling a promise to someone.  Not because I wanted to do what I said, but because I was fully prepared to hit them with a brick, pad my walls and cuff them to the radiator. 

Finally, I regret not being able to say a proper goodbye to someone.  They were already pregnant, so what's the worst that could have happened?


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