When I was in university I had just broken up with my long term girlfriend so I went to a party. One of my first single outings in quite a while. I brought a bunch of booze and at one point this really cute blond I was flirting with realized she’d just drank the last of my Mickey of JD.
In an extremely flirty manner she proceeded to apologize and invite me downstairs to make it up to me and see if they had more booze. She did everything but wink at me while she said it. But for some reason I said no it was cool, I had lots of beer in the fridge still.
What in the hell was I thinking? Actually, I’d love to know what she was thinking when I said no. She for sure thought I was brain dead. Clearly we were not going downstairs for booze.
From the sounds of it, this missed opportunity has been an endless wellspring of inspiration for your imagination. So in the long run it likely provided you with more pleasure than the fleeting encounter itself would have.
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From the sounds of it, this missed opportunity has been an endless wellspring of inspiration for your imagination. So in the long run it likely provided you with more pleasure than the fleeting encounter itself would have.
I wish. Unfortunately it was more like I saw all the responses joking about disappointing threesomes and I recalled a random encounter from 15 years ago because it seemed better than another lame 3way joke. Definitely would have preferred the fleeting encounter. Or better yet, my mickey of JD back.
This is a lot less serious than some other responses and downright meaningless in the grand scheme of things but was the first thing that popped into my head when I saw this thread and wondered if I had anything relevant to post.
When I was in university I had just broken up with my long term girlfriend so I went to a party. One of my first single outings in quite a while. I brought a bunch of booze and at one point this really cute blond I was flirting with realized she’d just drank the last of my Mickey of JD.
In an extremely flirty manner she proceeded to apologize and invite me downstairs to make it up to me and see if they had more booze. She did everything but wink at me while she said it. But for some reason I said no it was cool, I had lots of beer in the fridge still.
What in the hell was I thinking? Actually, I’d love to know what she was thinking when I said no. She for sure thought I was brain dead. Clearly we were not going downstairs for booze.
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I regret not going on those Europe trips in high school. Such a great opportunity to travel. Now I'm not sure when or if I'll get the chance to do that again.
I wish. Unfortunately it was more like I saw all the responses joking about disappointing threesomes and I recalled a random encounter from 15 years ago because it seemed better than another lame 3way joke. Definitely would have preferred the fleeting encounter. Or better yet, my mickey of JD back.
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I think a regret is when you look at a situation, know you're making a mistake, do it anyway, and suffer a poor outcome.
ie: I ignored the red flag regarding my ex
I would have been nice to have the self confidence I have now when I was a teenager (who wouldn't). I used to regret never asking out my high school crush. If she said 'no' it would have devastated me. We graduated, she moved away to university and I couldn't ever find a way to connect to be able to talk to her. The odd occasion we'd see each other I'd always revert back to the too shy to talk kid. Even drunk at the bar. Heck I bet if I met her tonight, I'd be the same way.
I regretted taking the chance as once high school was over, who cares.
Then when I moved away to university, I did ask out a huge crush of mine. To say that went poorly would be an understatement. It did make me no longer regret asking out my high school crush, as I'll always have positive memories.
That said, I've been with my wife for a decade now, I have a 1.5 year old who is the absolute best. I'm beyond happy, so who cares about past mistakes?
I wish I knew about the warning signs of my cat being sick. However, I know the biggest signs never happened around me (up until the end she was normal with me in the room). 5 years is far too short for a little furball that lives in your heart.
I wish I still played hockey. But who has the time, or money? Frig. Goalie gear is damn expensive.
I wish I correctly picked last week's 649.
That said, regrets? Not really, but I'm sure I'd do things differently with a reset.
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One thing I did right was to save the golf clubs and bag my late father used. I don't use them but I do have them in storage in my basement. A few times a week i'll pull them out and take a few swings with the irons. For me it's a constant reminder of the good times we shared and the memories that go with them.
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I kinda wish I had made a career plan at some point in life.
Mid 30s, I'm in a career I fell ass backward into. Its OK, but I kinda feel like I could be doing more, and I still really don't know what I would have enjoyed doing If I were able to plan it out.
I lived in Holland for a year and I could have lived there for another one after that, but chose to come back to Calgary, I regret coming back. I should have stayed for another year doing what I loved. Biggest mistake of my life, but I wouldn't be doing a job/career that I love if I didn't come back even though it has nothing to do with why I came back to Calgary.
Life is too short, if you have an opportunity to work or go to school over seas, do it. You will not regret it.
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If I could go back to when my grandparents were alive, I would have so many questions to ask them.
oh man, this is a huge regret. I even mentioned this tonight after a few beers with my friends. All of my grand parents are gone but my husband's nana is 88 and I ask her so many questions. She lived in England during WWII so has so many interesting stories. I wish that when I was young I asked more questions. I wrote my Oma a letter when I lived in Holland. I told her how much I admired her for moving from Holland to Canada in the early 50s with nothing but a suit case and a 2 year old in her arms. Oma and Opa got on a boat in Rotterdam, arrived in Halifax and were shipped west in a train to Edmonton, the "heart of the new west." I couldn't imagine doing that, all your possessions in a suit case for the rest of your life.
I was lucky enough to go to Holland and meet a lot of my extended family. They are all very welcoming and I know so much about my background, about why I am the way I am. How we have the traits that we have. If you have extended family somewhere in the world, go and meet them. They are strangers, but you would be surprised at how welcoming they are and how similar you will be. I don't regret meeting my extended family, I regret hearing about my Oma and Opa from my extended family and not from my Oma and Opa. They have incredible stories too, both lived in northern Holland during WWII. There are many stories of my Oma working in a hotel that Nazi stayed in and who she served on many, many occasions.
My Oma's oldest brother died from stepping on a land mine about a year after the second world war. My great aunt, who is about 70 years old now, told me about this about 7 years ago. She still remembers the day this happened like it was yesterday. I have been to the house he was brought too, the road it happened on and I've seen his grave in the small village they lived in. There are still remnants of the war there to this day. There are German bunkers in farmers fields, machine gun bunkers. It is just a life that we can't understand.
So, I really, really regret not asking my grandparents enough questions. If you are still young enough and can, do it. Get as much info as you can out of your family, ask hard questions, ask things people won't ask because you are curious. It is worth it, and the worse that can happen is that they say no or that they don't want to talk about it.
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oh man, this is a huge regret. I even mentioned this tonight after a few beers with my friends. All of my grand parents are gone but my husband's nana is 88 and I ask her so many questions. She lived in England during WWII so has so many interesting stories. I wish that when I was young I asked more questions. I wrote my Oma a letter when I lived in Holland. I told her how much I admired her for moving from Holland to Canada in the early 50s with nothing but a suit case and a 2 year old in her arms. Oma and Opa got on a boat in Rotterdam, arrived in Halifax and were shipped west in a train to Edmonton, the "heart of the new west." I couldn't imagine doing that, all your possessions in a suit case for the rest of your life.
I was lucky enough to go to Holland and meet a lot of my extended family. They are all very welcoming and I know so much about my background, about why I am the way I am. How we have the traits that we have. If you have extended family somewhere in the world, go and meet them. They are strangers, but you would be surprised at how welcoming they are and how similar you will be. I don't regret meeting my extended family, I regret hearing about my Oma and Opa from my extended family and not from my Oma and Opa. They have incredible stories too, both lived in northern Holland during WWII. There are many stories of my Oma working in a hotel that Nazi stayed in and who she served on many, many occasions.
My Oma's oldest brother died from stepping on a land mine about a year after the second world war. My great aunt, who is about 70 years old now, told me about this about 7 years ago. She still remembers the day this happened like it was yesterday. I have been to the house he was brought too, the road it happened on and I've seen his grave in the small village they lived in. There are still remnants of the war there to this day. There are German bunkers in farmers fields, machine gun bunkers. It is just a life that we can't understand.
So, I really, really regret not asking my grandparents enough questions. If you are still young enough and can, do it. Get as much info as you can out of your family, ask hard questions, ask things people won't ask because you are curious. It is worth it, and the worse that can happen is that they say no or that they don't want to talk about it.
Not making the permanent move to Toronto or Vancouver in the early to mid 2000s. Only stayed cause I had a lot of family and best friends were here. Now most of the friends have moved in the last 10 years. However, its a trade off I guess. As my parents are still in Calgary, which allows me to spend time with them as they are getting up there in age.
I expressed a regret earlier in this thread about not going to radio college sooner. But the reality is if I had done that, I wouldn't have my daughter.
All the decisions in my life lead to me having her. Millions of singular decisions to arrive at that one outcome.
I might have a different child, but not her.
So in that sense I have no regrets. It all leads to her.
So when I think about my regrets, I just think of her, and it all washes away.
Hokey I know.
It's not so much a regret, but something I still think about... Back in 2010 there were those bad floods in Brisbane. I've wanted to do a year or two in Australia since I was young, and that looked like a good time to go. I basically assumed that there'd be lots of work in the construction industry. But then I knocked up my ex, and stuck around to be a father instead. I love my daughter more than anything else, which is why a missed opportunity is not really a regret, but it's still something I wish I had a chance to do.
I wish I had had the courage to walk away from my family at 18 instead of 38. The past two and a half years of peace have been my best ever.
The only thing I wish I didn't have was a massive student loan from doing my BSc in the US, but it got me far away from home so I don't regret it one bit.
