Things I’d have done differently in this life, by June Gardens

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Regrets, I have a few.

I am not one of those people who say, "I wish I would have worked less and had more fun." That's for effing sure. Can't look back on high school and say that. Or college, all seven years of it. Or during my "career." Nope.

Oh, but my second-biggest regret in life does have to do with college, and the one time I was responsible. See what that will do to you? (And just so I don't get 7,000 comments asking, my biggest regret in life is that I lost my senior yearbook. Because I know the signatures in there are hilarious. I know my friend David filled out a whole page, and I remember peeing my leg at the time, and I'm pretty sure I left it in this punk rock apartment in which I lived circa 1984 and heaven knows where it is now. If anyone sees an Arthur Hill High School 1983 yearbook with one whole really funny page written by someone named Dave, please leave me a comment. Thanks.)

My second-biggest regret was one night in college, right around this time of year. I lived in a big beautiful house with several women, a house we did not appreciate or clean or remotely even notice except for its ability to store lots of beer, and it had a fireplace both in the living room AND the den, a formal dining room and a breakfast nook, a balcony and a really cool bedroom (that was mine) that had a sitting room along with the bedroom. Again, hey, where should we put the extra 30-pack of Stroh's? No appreciation.

Anyway, we're sitting around, enjoying our cans of Stroh's, when Edie, my roommate who had a plastic nose (I will tell you on a different day, I promise) said, "Hey! Let's all get in D's 20-year-old rickety car and drive to Mardi Gras! If we leave now we can totally get there on time!"

"I'll do it!" said D, who was up for anything, at any time, and that is why I heart D to this day, because she is STILL exactly the same way despite being a grownup now.

"I have a quiz on Tuesday," I said.

A quiz.

A QUIZ.

That's what I said.

So everyone else piled into the car for an unforgettable (Well. I mean, there are big chunks they kind of CAN'T remember, but they have beads so they know it happened) week at Mardi Gras, and I know I must have told you guys this before, because now I am remembering people commenting saying, "Oh, you don't want to go there, it's loud and people barf" and yeah, I don't want to go there as a 44-year-old woman who no longer drinks, which I don't. I WANT TO GO THERE AS A 22-YEAR-OLD WHO DOES!

Crap.

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Here's the next thing I'd have done differently. I'd have found a way to maintain my marathon-training body. Would it have been so hard to go run 15 or 20 miles each weekend? Okay, perhaps. But I looked so cute all the time. Believe it or not I was going to a funeral in this photo, which strikes me as a tad cheeky. Hi! Mary Englebright is sorry for your loss!

Goodjob And I would have kept this job. This was in Los Angeles. I proofread depositions. "But I thought depositions had to be verbatim" you may be saying, which is what everybody said to me every time I said that's what I did for a living. Yes, that's true. But if the court reporter writes the wrong "there," which is easy to do because she's typing like 600 words a minute, that ain't good.

This place paid me a crapload of money, including paying me for my commute, because I lived on the opposite side of town. I set my own hours, and got to leave when there was no work, and also too there was often cocktail hour at the end of the day, which included really good wines, and until that time I had no idea where was a difference between $2 wine from Trader Joe's and, you know, good wine.

The getting-to-leave-if-there-was-no-work thing but working-till-the-work-was-done rocked. One time I left at 10:30 a.m. and shopped all day. See those shoes? I know you can barely see them. Prada. Or maybe Kate Spade. I know there's a big difference. But for me right now there is no difference because all my shoes now are Target.

I quit that job in a huff over something relatively minor. Sound familiar? I guess not, because I didn't tell you why I quit THIS last job. Anyway, this job up here was a cool job, and the part where I got to work as much or as little as I wanted often resulted in me staying until 8 or 9 at night. Turns out when it's up to me I get kind of responsible. Hmph.

Whatbra

I would have worn a better support garment when I was bridesmaid at Paula's wedding. When I was bridesmaid and I HAD TO GIVE THE SPEECH, not divine water. And that's Paula's bridey head at the bottom of the photo, not an ovarian cyst.

Finally, I'd halve all the time I spent mourning over the loss of my 39495830305.5 relationships. I wasted way too many hours being sad that I broke up with people. Way too much time calling their houses and hanging up when they answered. (How do you people break up now that there's caller ID?) Way too much time listening to Sinead O'Connor. Way too much time lying in bed with tears falling in my ears. Because eventually I got over everyone, so why couldn't I have gotten over everyone, I don't know, sooner?

Do you have any regrets? I mean, other than reading this blog?

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Author: June

At one point, I was sort of hot, in a "she's 27 and probably a 7" kind of a way. Now I'm old and have to develop a charming personality. Guess how that's going.

87 thoughts on “Things I’d have done differently in this life, by June Gardens”

  1. Oh gosh…regrets…I think I wouldn’t have let me parents fears stop me from going ahead with my acting career. But I did go ahead, just more responsibly while I worked full time. I would have thrown caution to the wind and traveled more. I wouldn’t have wasted so much time on the two men I was crazy about, and I would have tried to keep my size seven, dancers body…
    Other than that, no..no regrets…
    By the way, you must think I hover over your blog so that I can post first!

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  2. yes, i have a lot of regrets. i regret opting to have my tubes tied when i was 25 living in germany only to find out later that they didn’t tie my tubes – they took them.
    made so many stupid mistakes from 6th grade to about age 22 that i have trashed every piece of memorabilia from those years except my piece of paper that proves i graduated from high school – although i have little idea how i accomplished that while being intoxicated in some form or another my senior year.
    i regret not visiting ireland when i lived in the UK for five years – and then found out at age 30 i was 75% irish.
    i regret not going to ground zero to help when a bus left from our church to go.
    on my 40th birthday i made a vow to myself. i would no longer live my life with regrets. from that day forward i would carefully look at my decisions with the thought that “if i never get this opportunity again will i regret my yes or no?” and it’s one of the best things i have ever done. period.
    ergo – my trip to hawaii last month. really didn’t have the money laying around for that but the man was sent their for his job. hotel paid for. car rental paid for. lots of per diem for food. all i had to do was come up with money for a plane ticket and touristy cash. well honey i’ve gone into debt for sillier things – but in the end his per diem paid for it all.
    yep, best decision i’ve ever made.

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  3. Regrets I’ve had a few
    But then again…too few to mention
    I did what I had to do, and saw it through without exemption.
    Sing it to me blue eyes…

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  4. Okay, I went back and read what you wrote about regrets and men. I have a theory about all the drama and the wasted hours, I blame hormones (and Sue).
    Really. I’m much happier since I went through peri-menopause in my mid 30’s. Life is MUCH calmer! I think hormones make you crazy and not very bright in picking the idiots you cry over. I’m sure that there were some very nice guys I threw over, but they make my skin crawl, so too bad.

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  5. Wow does this bring things to the surface I haven’t thought about for a long time.
    I regret blowing off a free ride to Cleveland Institute of Art so I could make money to move in with my boyfriend. Then I eventually married him and it only lasted a year.
    I regret that everything I can think of for this post is really serious and not the least bit funny.
    I have some really big regrets from the last decade of my life. If I could go back and change things I would. But whats done is done and I have to move forward.
    Geesh, talk about Duffylou downer over here!

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  6. Honestly, no regrets. The reason for this is because I ardently believe that everything happens for a reason. I had my kids way too early, but I don’t regret that because now they’re grown and I’m only 44. So I get to travel and I have more money.
    I was divorced early on and had to raise said kids by myself, but I don’t regret that either, because he was a mean, unappreciative loser. I learned to be strong and independant. Then I met Mr. Right after I had acheived all manner of things that make me proud.
    I think the only regret I have is that I didn’t finish high school (see above pregnancy thing). I got a GED, but my mom didn’t get to see me cross the stage. I regret that.

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  7. Oh dear lawd, but do I have regrets a mile high from my teens/early 20’s years, and then a few sprinkled here and there throughout my life. The way I look at it now…I had fun while I was doing it…but don’t want a repeat performance!

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  8. Sure, I have lots of regrets. But, the first thing that popped into my head was my circa 1987 spiral perm. What was I thinking?! You know it was bad when 23 years later it’s foremost in my mind.

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  9. Ahh regrets…
    ~I regret YELLING at my sister in front of her friend as we all walked out of the football stadium after a high school game. She was a sophmore trying to point out her big brother football player.
    ~ I regret yelling at my ex when she woke me up to tell me a plane crashed into a building (I was a 3rd-shifter at the time). The date? September 11, 2001.
    ~I regret getting out of the line to get Bob Feller’s autograph because I was missing the SPRING TRAINING GAME he was at!! Hope to rectify that this March though…he’s like 90 years old. HOLD ON, BOB!! I’M COMING!
    ~I regret not applying to my current company four years earlier…
    ~I regret drunk E-Baying…yeah, that’s a baaaaad idea. “I bid on WHAT? HOW MUCH??”
    ~I regret a lot of the jokes I made at other peoples’ expense and that embarressed them. Who am I to judge? Well, except the one’s toward Nathan. Hate that guy…

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  10. First off, you look fabulous in red.
    I did go to Mardi Gras as a young twenty somethin and it was wild and insane and we stayed in a 5-star hotel with 18 people in one room.You found a spot on the floor and there you slept. My husband’s best friend was quarterback of his college team up in Louisiana and the entire football team met up for Mardi Gras. I remember waking up one night and realizing I was kneading my toes across the softest thing I had ever encountered. It was the linebacker’s hair. My girlfriend broke her foot and we hijacked a shopping cart, since the emergency rooms were all out of wheelchairs. We wheeled her all over Bourbon Street in that cart. She got pelted with beads. We have a picture of her with our top-hatted doorman. He’s wheeling her down the street in her bead-dazzled shopping cart. Such good times.
    My biggest regret is spending all those hours in the sun trying to get my Irish skin to tan. Irish skin does not tan. But, now thanks to my stupid pursuit to be a George Hamilton lookalike, my pores are the size of hubcaps and my back is a scarred tribute to the party favors of skin cancer and then there was that scary spot that was declared a melanoma.
    I send Christmas cards to the staff at my dermatologist’s office. That’s how well we know each other.

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  11. Wow, didn’t know it was deep day at BBP! I’m with Duffy Lou-if I told you all my regrets you wouldn’t believe me and think I was making it up. Going to join Duffy now and have a good cry.
    Plastic Nose Wednesday!

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  12. Wow, didn’t know it was deep day at BBP! I’m with Duffy Lou-if I told you all my regrets you wouldn’t believe me and think I was making it up. Going to join Duffy now and have a good cry.
    Plastic Nose Wednesday!

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  13. Wow, didn’t know it was deep day at BBP! I’m with Duffy Lou-if I told you all my regrets you wouldn’t believe me and think I was making it up. Going to join Duffy now and have a good cry.
    Plastic Nose Wednesday!

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  14. Did you break up with somebody on facebook? Because I notice we have fewer friends in common than we used to. Am I too nosey? How come I’m always the last to know? :o)
    Hey you look like Haley Mills (Parent Trap days) in that funeral photo. LOL
    I can’t think of a question for Hulk today, so he’s just gonna have to suffer.

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  15. Okay, this is a record….three comments in one day!
    I also spent wwwaaaayyyy too much time in the sun, as evidenced by the droopy eyelids (hooded lizard look, anyone?) and the crepey lines around my eyes. I’m half Irish, but also Native American, so I only turn kind of brown before I turn golden yellow… I know, weird!

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  16. Good call, Deb in Maine, on the Haley Mills comment. I can see that.
    regrets…I regret, at age 8 or 9, going along with my two older brothers & their hooligan friends when they broke into our neighborhood elementary school. I stole a candy cane from a teacher’s desk.
    It was a good candy cane. I was a bad seed.

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  17. WOW regrets day huh, I regret that I did not realize my ex husband was not the man I thought he was until we both had wasted 5 years of our lives together. I regret that I have not saved more money for an early retirment. Minnesota weather is sucking the life out of me.

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  18. noooo, je regrette rien, rien de rieeeen….
    That is the first thing that popped in my head and now I will be singing that song all day.
    I do have some regrets, but basically everything lead me to where I am at so I guess it is all okay in the end.
    The whole crying over stupid boys thing…making a fool out of myself over some loser…those times I do regret. Oh well.

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  19. I regret… marrying someone out of desperation and feeling worthless… staying with that person longer than I had to…. cheating on my boyfriend in high school… losing touch with good friends and now it would be too weird to reconnect… buying my overpriced car when I had one that worked fine… making a big mistake that jeopardized my relationship with my sister… leaving my job I was laid off from less than gracefully.

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  20. It’s been seven hours and fifteen days
    since you took your love away
    I go out every night and sleep all day
    since you took your love away
    since you’ve been gone I can do whatever I want
    I can see whomever I choose
    I can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant
    but nothing
    I said nothing can take away these blues,
    ’cause nothing compares
    nothing compares to you
    ********
    I broke up with Sinead as my theme song too. I still have the original CD, I can’t believe it doesn’t skip or anything. My regret is I got over the break up a little too quickly and jumped into a stupid, awful, smelly relationship that still clings to the soles of my shoes like a dog turd. There ain’t no theme song for that one.

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  21. You know, but I’ve made peace with everything before 2007 (even my poor grammar!). I especially forgive my lousy choices of men and the hours wasted on soulful wailing. Whatev’s. It ultimately made me smarter. However, I regret every.single.choice I made from 2007-2009. It makes me wonder if I fell and smacked my pretty little head on the pavement during that time. It will be interesting over time to see how I reconcile those 2 currently-viewed-as-self-destructive years; the jury is definitely still out.

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  22. You know, but I’ve made peace with everything before 2007 (even my poor grammar!). I especially forgive my lousy choices of men and the hours wasted on soulful wailing. Whatev’s. It ultimately made me smarter. However, I regret every.single.choice I made from 2007-2009. It makes me wonder if I fell and smacked my pretty little head on the pavement during that time. It will be interesting over time to see how I reconcile those 2 currently-viewed-as-self-destructive years; the jury is definitely still out.

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  23. You know, but I’ve made peace with everything before 2007 (even my poor grammar!). I especially forgive my lousy choices of men and the hours wasted on soulful wailing. Whatev’s. It ultimately made me smarter. However, I regret every.single.choice I made from 2007-2009. It makes me wonder if I fell and smacked my pretty little head on the pavement during that time. It will be interesting over time to see how I reconcile those 2 currently-viewed-as-self-destructive years; the jury is definitely still out.

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  24. If our choices made us who we are today, how much do we allow our regrets to influence who we become?
    (Awesome post, June.)

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  25. If our choices made us who we are today, how much do we allow our regrets to influence who we become?
    (Awesome post, June.)

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  26. If our choices made us who we are today, how much do we allow our regrets to influence who we become?
    (Awesome post, June.)

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  27. I regret not finishing college, but those ding dang end of semester parties were the best.3 days 3 nights. Every semester.That was stupid looking back now.I regret not going for one last ride with my old boyfriend, he passed away from cancer two months later.I was afraid his wife would be upset, now I know she wouldn’t have cared at all. And boy don’t even get me started on all the rest.

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  28. Yeppers some regrets here but the ones that always haunt me are probably not monumental – but it seems they are to me cause I can’t let them go.
    1. Regret not thinking through a couple of things for my daughter’s wedding that would have made it even better than it was (and it was really nice overall). Particularly regret the centerpieces that oozed wax all over the tables and forced me to start cleaning up early, virtually ending the reception a little earlier than everyone would have liked. Me and my cleaning gene.
    2. Regret yelling at my son in the bathroom of a theater where we were to see Momma Mia because he had an “accident” during the last 1/2 hour and I missed the end of the play. Looking back could I have lived without the last 30 minutes of Momma Mia? Sure. Can I take away the way I acted toward my son? Nope – will never forget that although he always tells me to let it go.
    Oh the mistakes we make.
    Now I’m bummed and need a nap.
    And I won’t regret that choice at all.

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  29. I regret always being too careful, rule-driven, controlled, practical and scared.
    I regret not being more spontaneous.
    I will regret posting this.
    And I really regret that yesterday no one told me about the huge honking zit on the side of my nose that I didn’t see until I got home.

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  30. I regret always being too careful, rule-driven, controlled, practical and scared.
    I regret not being more spontaneous.
    I will regret posting this.
    And I really regret that yesterday no one told me about the huge honking zit on the side of my nose that I didn’t see until I got home.

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  31. I regret always being too careful, rule-driven, controlled, practical and scared.
    I regret not being more spontaneous.
    I will regret posting this.
    And I really regret that yesterday no one told me about the huge honking zit on the side of my nose that I didn’t see until I got home.

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  32. I also regret not knowing that The Chief was a college football fan! Man, the conversations we could have had…
    Looks like we have a lot more in common than we thought…

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  33. I regret not telling June I love that cute little cherry purse in her photo.

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  34. My only regret – though, in truth, I don’t really regret it that much at all – is that I’ve only gone to one party so far in my college career. It’s just so much easier to stay home drinking cocktails in your pajamas, you know? These parties ask too much of me. I am not changing out of my sweats for Bud Light. (Tempt me with a Long Island iced tea, however, and maybe we’ll talk.)

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  35. I regret being a child. But that’s a long story.
    I regret not leaving home to live with my best friend’s family when I was seventeen. My father had tried to kill me (he was undiagnosed with a bi-polar disorder). I stayed and allowed my parents to make me believe it was all my fault. That got me into an abusive first marriage (I would have done anything to get out of their control)because I felt that the way he treated me was the sum of my worth. If I had left, my father may have gotten the help he so desperately needed.
    I will never regret the day I made him my ex and made the decision to choose someone who was his polar opposite. That’s how I found Terra. In a place I never would have looked. 🙂

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  36. I regret being a child. But that’s a long story.
    I regret not leaving home to live with my best friend’s family when I was seventeen. My father had tried to kill me (he was undiagnosed with a bi-polar disorder). I stayed and allowed my parents to make me believe it was all my fault. That got me into an abusive first marriage (I would have done anything to get out of their control)because I felt that the way he treated me was the sum of my worth. If I had left, my father may have gotten the help he so desperately needed.
    I will never regret the day I made him my ex and made the decision to choose someone who was his polar opposite. That’s how I found Terra. In a place I never would have looked. 🙂

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  37. I regret being a child. But that’s a long story.
    I regret not leaving home to live with my best friend’s family when I was seventeen. My father had tried to kill me (he was undiagnosed with a bi-polar disorder). I stayed and allowed my parents to make me believe it was all my fault. That got me into an abusive first marriage (I would have done anything to get out of their control)because I felt that the way he treated me was the sum of my worth. If I had left, my father may have gotten the help he so desperately needed.
    I will never regret the day I made him my ex and made the decision to choose someone who was his polar opposite. That’s how I found Terra. In a place I never would have looked. 🙂

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  38. I’ve always been of the ‘every choice leads you to where you are today’ school. A couple of weeks ago I was telling the teenage boy that on the day I graduated college a classmate said she was driving to LA to try to become an actress, and I’ve often wondered why I didn’t tell I’d go with her. He said in all of his 17 year old wisdom, “Because then I wouldn’t have been born.”

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  39. My regret is that this is my first time visiting your blog. BP mentioned you today, so I came here to check it out…and my ass is sore because I cannot stop reading and laughing. I SO added you to my bookmarks!

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  40. Losing your yearbook SUCKS! I’m very sorry to hear that.
    I also don’t have many regrets. I wish I would have ditched moving into college by a day so I could go to the Billy Idol concert with my boyfriend.
    Most of my regrets are missing little events like that, not the major life altering stuff. I’ve made peace with my past.

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  41. Well, I was going to vote for the other Lisa, Lisa T for comment of the week, till I got to the Furriest of Godmothers post. Awww. I am sending all the best cyber-hugs and wonderful warm feelings to all you great sharing people!
    I think my biggest regrets are the things I didn’t do. I regret not being spontaneous enough. And I mean to rectify that in the future.

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  42. I regret thinking that having a boyfriend was an important goal in high school. I was a smart kid and could have gotten great scholarships if I wasn’t so hung up on making out with him. More importantly, thinking that I needed to be with him majorly screwed up my self esteem.
    I regret not traveling more when I first got married. We thought because we didn’t have money that we couldn’t make it happen. Now we have no money and we have young kids which makes it even harder.
    That’s about it for me…

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  43. Now that the regrets are out of the way,what I will do differently is use the handicap parking spaces at the Walmart more often

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  44. I’m another one who believes that every decision I’ve made, good or bad, has made me the person I am today. Granted, I’ve made some pretty bad decisions – pretty, pretty bad – I’ve lived through them and have some interesting stories to tell if nothing else.
    My mom told me when my son was about 5 that I was “NOT going to be a musician” before I auditioned for a band. I didn’t want to regret not trying, even if I didn’t make it. Turns out I got the job AND married the drummer (years after the band broke up). I’m so glad I didn’t listen!

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  45. I have one huge regret but since the past is the past and there is nothing I can do about it I have decided the best thing is to move on and never look back or should I say at my backside.

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  46. My biggest regret is not finishing my Master’s Degree..I was so close (only had to write the thesis) and my professional opportunities would be so much better today.

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  47. Since d lou channeled Sinatra and MY Way, I thought this erudite community might find it interesting that a bunch of folks have been killed in the Phillipines whilst warbling “My Way” in a karoke bar. Check out:http://www.nytimes.com/2010/02/07/world/asia/07karaoke.html?scp=1&sq=My%20Way%20murders&st=cse
    Regrets, I have a few: that curly perm in the 80s, marrying wife number two, not finishing my Ph.D. in psychology. But you know, if I hadn’t married number 2, I would probably not have discovered number 3, and be able to say I finally married a woman who likes me. I was almost ready to pledge the Lewis Grizzard doctrine: Next time I am just going to find a woman who hates me and buy her a house and leave out all the carp in between. God, I miss me some Lewis Grizzard. And I sure love the Furry Godmother.

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  48. Oh June, I so know what you mean about the yearbooks. Years ago someone asked to borrow my freshman and sophomore yearbooks and I never got them back. Same thing with my JV and Varsity cheerleading uniforms. I loaned them to a couple of guys for Halloween and never got them back either.
    I don’t loan things out any more.
    I’ve done some incredibly crazy/stupid “what the hell was I thinking??” things in my life but I really don’t regret them.
    Wait. I lied.
    I regret not learning how to play the piano.
    And I regret not going to college.
    I regret cutting myself off from my closest friends right after high school because the guy I was with was so insecure and jealous that it wasn’t worth the accusations and threats and how does one break up with a man who has a terminal illness?
    27 years later I still feel guilty at the incredible relief I felt when he died and I was finally free.
    And I kind of regret being too “casual” with my affections in my ’20’s.
    Oh, and I regret no longer having the body I did in my 20’s.

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  49. Oh June, I so know what you mean about the yearbooks. Years ago someone asked to borrow my freshman and sophomore yearbooks and I never got them back. Same thing with my JV and Varsity cheerleading uniforms. I loaned them to a couple of guys for Halloween and never got them back either.
    I don’t loan things out any more.
    I’ve done some incredibly crazy/stupid “what the hell was I thinking??” things in my life but I really don’t regret them.
    Wait. I lied.
    I regret not learning how to play the piano.
    And I regret not going to college.
    I regret cutting myself off from my closest friends right after high school because the guy I was with was so insecure and jealous that it wasn’t worth the accusations and threats and how does one break up with a man who has a terminal illness?
    27 years later I still feel guilty at the incredible relief I felt when he died and I was finally free.
    And I kind of regret being too “casual” with my affections in my ’20’s.
    Oh, and I regret no longer having the body I did in my 20’s.

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  50. Oh June, I so know what you mean about the yearbooks. Years ago someone asked to borrow my freshman and sophomore yearbooks and I never got them back. Same thing with my JV and Varsity cheerleading uniforms. I loaned them to a couple of guys for Halloween and never got them back either.
    I don’t loan things out any more.
    I’ve done some incredibly crazy/stupid “what the hell was I thinking??” things in my life but I really don’t regret them.
    Wait. I lied.
    I regret not learning how to play the piano.
    And I regret not going to college.
    I regret cutting myself off from my closest friends right after high school because the guy I was with was so insecure and jealous that it wasn’t worth the accusations and threats and how does one break up with a man who has a terminal illness?
    27 years later I still feel guilty at the incredible relief I felt when he died and I was finally free.
    And I kind of regret being too “casual” with my affections in my ’20’s.
    Oh, and I regret no longer having the body I did in my 20’s.

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  51. Most of the things I am inclined to say that I regret would have required me to be a completely different person to have done differently (like had more fun in high school and college, had more dates at pretty much any point of my life, genuinely trying to pursue a writing career). Realistically none of those things could have happened with me being the me that I am.
    I do have one big regret that would only have required me not to be such an idiot rather than be a whole different person. I should never have rushed into the relationship/disaster that I am currently stuck in. I’m smart enough not to ignore red flags, but I did it anyway. Boy howdy I regret that.

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  52. I regret the times I was sick and frustrated and said some very mean things to a couple of very nice people and never did apologize. And all those times in my teens and twenties that I thought I was worthless and chose the very wrong men – way too many times…
    I do NOT regret being in Detroit in my 20’s and picking up a few cases of Strohs FIRE BREWED beer and sneaking them into California.
    Love the cherry purse! I just bought some oil cloth that looks exactly like that print and am making tote bags.

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  53. OMG you TOTALLY look like Hayley Mills! I mean, not just in that photo even. In general. I totally see it.
    I don’t know that I really have any big regrets. I mean, I regret staying with my college boyfriend as long as I did, and not standing up to him more when he was being domineering and emotionally abusive, but if I’d broken up with him sooner I may not be with my husband now, so I don’t REALLY regret it. Just like I don’t REALLY regret the lying, cheating asshat I dated between him and my husband, because without that guy, I’d probably never have met my husband.
    I guess the only real, REAL regret I have is not taking education courses in college. Cuz then I’d probably be a teacher now, instead of a receptionist at a company I hate working for because no one will hire me as a teacher because I have no teaching experience, even though I’m licensed by the state. Sigh.

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  54. I regret what I screamed to my son when he came home from college and told me he was going to be a father…”haven’t you ever heard of rubbers?”.
    Geez – I thought the world was ending…turns out it was the best thing that ever happened to us. So five years later when my grandson queried how his mom and dad had him if they weren’t married I did better. I told him sometimes you just get lucky.

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  55. Last to the party… Regrets, I’ve had a few… but I am too tired to type them out and too emotional to relive them right now.
    Furry! Hugs. Love to you and I am so happy you have gotten your happily ever after.
    Sadly, today I am dealing with lots of regret. Not mine. My mom is in the hospital and I won’t go into all of it… there is lots of really bad juju going on. Sadly, she is responsible for her own situation. And she has realized it. She has lots of regret, remorse and guilt but she can’t change anything now. It is very sad to watch.
    OK… I have hit the wall and need to go nigh nigh.

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  56. Nancy, as an accidental father, I love what you said. And you, too. And Jan, all I can say to you, and to all of you who love my beautiful wife, is thank you. I feel like we have a real family. One that we chose.

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  57. Wow, a million regrets! But I do regret not going to see The Who in Detroit in 75 or 76 – I had a boyfriend begging me to go but parents who did not want me seeing him. I was living with my grandparents for my freshman year of college (another regret) so no sneaking around. And I had to work nearly full-time and I was scheduled to work on the night of the concert. I have kicked myself many times for missing it, including while watching them perform at the Super Bowl!

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  58. Regrets? Every guy I knew named Todd, save one. Whatever I smoked before the Sigmund Snopek concert in 1979 (to which decent Todd accompanied me, sober), which made me numb and paranoid that I was peeing my pants. Other than that, not too much.

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  59. I believe life is like a long path, sometimes we go off track, and sometimes we walk into the right direction.
    Every day our lives change, depending on the smallest choices we make, whether we decide to turn left, or right.
    Nevertheless, besides being philosophical, I have few regrets, as I’ve always been ‘the good girl’, and no I’m not referring to Jennifer Aniston’s movie.
    Regret one: I was too nice to quit my first job at seventeen, so instead my mom went in with my shirt and quit for me. It was a birthday card store, and I hated the fact just because I was a neat freak, that EVERY DAY the manager assigned me to vacuuming, when I asked why, she said: ‘you’ve definitely got the skill’, then I envisioned a life of vacuuming stores, and went home ranting to my mother, who in turn was furious, why? Because then she couldn’t ask me to vacuum at home too. But over time, I’ve gotten over it.
    Regret two: In 8th grade, my friends were all absent on one particular day, I was always the friendly type who knew EVERYONE, still am. The POPULAR girl asked me to sit next to her; it was mundane hearing about how wonderful she was or the whole duration of class. Afterwards she asked “So what do you think of me?” I said, “You’re a bitch”. Ooops, let’s just say dodge ball in gym class for the rest of the year was not so fun. But once in college many years later, we hugged and made up.
    Regret three: Not seeing my Nanna before she died. I moved to the US, and although I wasn’t there for her final days. But the reason I hardly kept in touch was because she was a stubborn old woman, and so I didn’t keep contact, never said sorry! But, at least I remember her as her old self, not sick, as the rest of my family had.
    Regret four: Is that I loved and cared for my ex boyfriend as much as I did, I made excuses to myself for being ignored. He was there, but not THERE. He later cheated on me, with the print shop girl at his work. He even moved her into our townhome while I visited family over summer. She parked in my spot, used my dishes all the while I was paying for half the expenses. But, I’ve learned that I deserve better, I deserve cream, not sour milk baby!
    So, although I’ve regretted things in my good ole twenty-three years, I have overcome and resolved all of them, which has helped me walk back into the right direction.

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