April 29, 2008
Dear Clusterflock
What do you regret?
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- Deron Bauman: It’s a start.
- Joel Bernstein: The first of many things, no doubt.
- Deron Bauman: I’ll pick him up at eight. He may not like the way I smell.
- Michael Smith: Joel’s Dream Date: Phantom Menace; Cat urine cologne; Deron.
- Joel Bernstein: For the record, if you pay to see this, you are no longer my friend.
- Deron Bauman: Meow.
- Joel Bernstein: This must be why I fuck so many cats.
- Michael Smith: Seems to me the experiment almost does itself.
- Casey Cichowicz: No. It is not possible. I can assure you.
- Joel Bernstein: Luca Brasi sleeps with the fishes?
- LaurenH: I’m with those who say get that girl out of that household. The father has now very effectively...
- Rick Neece: Holee sh..!
- Rick Neece: Asian calligraphy, ‘cept instead of a brush, hot glass. The image of her controlling the glass and...
- Rick Neece: For the gull-wing, I’m sure it would knock me in the chin every time I opened it.
- Marco: Oh god yes.
Getting married for the wrong reasons. Much pain from that one decision.
Many lessons, too, all valuable.
living in Duncanville.
I did it my way.
I don’t regret any actions, but I regret much inaction. I regret not having stopped to offer a ride to the man I saw walking down I-45 last week. I regret not having stopped to see after a worried dog I saw on the side of the road that same day. These kinds of regrets are with me all the time. In short, I regret living a life that frequently doesn’t allow me to do what I believe I should do.
starting a renovation business.
I don’t regret much, but what I do regret is not having the courage of my convictions.
Donkeying.
Oh, Michael. You mustn’t regret what you did for love.
I give and I give, but the donkeys just take.
I’m basically with Cindy on this one. I regret not saying “I love you” more often. I regret “I don’t feel like going out tonight” and “Maybe next time.”
On the other side, I regret not beating on my kid brother more. I regret staying so long in that relationship. I regret lying to spare someone’s feelings.
I regret some of the times I’ve simply said “I love you” as though that were enough.
i regret going to sleep for 10 years to spare my own feelings and how time seems to be racing to fill that gap
Alek, it’s interesting, I sat down to address this question again and saw that you had just responded. While what I was going to say doesn’t relate to your comment, I can relate to it. I understand a ten year slumber. I really do. What I was going to talk about was becoming a climber in my early twenties and the realization now how short a window a person has for that level of physicality. I don’t think I realized — I don’t think young people realize (here I go, right?) — how quickly that window shuts down, how quickly it is gone. I remember guys in their mid thirties looking at me in the climbing gym when I was in my mid twenties and I always thought there was some sort of animosity. I never knew what it was, but I assume now it was was simple jealousy…or regret…that time passes, that the fullness of our youth passes so quickly. I don’t consider myself old by any stretch and yet the vitality of myself as a climber in my twenties is something I can’t have back. I regret not knowing that.
I doubt that anyone’s last words are, “Man, I’m glad I played it safe.”