My list of regrets is most certainly longer than my list of accomplishments. I've done plenty that I'm proud of, but I've definately done more that I regret.
One of the biggest things that I wish I hadn't done in life is blow my high school career and subsequent 'college' years wasting time. I lost my direction, plain and simple. I had been through a very rough childhood and adolescence, I was bitter and angry. I should have directed those feelings into school, and found a way to channel them into doing me some good, but instead I blew it. I spent my Senior year of high school screwing around and wasting time. Cutting class more often than I went and spending far too much time suspended. I blew it before January even hit.
I attempted to go back after my entire class graduated. I wasn't turning 18 until near the end of September, so I had no choice but to stick it out til I was legally old enough to sign myself out. To say that my mother was livid over this choice is putting it mildly. I hated it. I hated going back to a school where I felt entirely out of place. Not to say that I ever exactly felt 'in place' in high school. I was awkward and uncomfortable through out my teen years, but in high school it was at its peak. I didn't know very many people. Everyone I was friends with had left the previous June just like they were supposed to.
I turned 18, and on my birthday signed myself out of high school. I procrastinated getting my GED for a few years. I sat around on my lazy ass and did nothing with myself. I had originally wanted to go to college. I even had one or two picked out that I was going to apply to. I ended up in beauty school, which was my last resort. It was easy, and it was close enough that my unlicensed ass could walk there and back every day.
I put off getting my license til I was 22 years old. For no good reason, aside from having parents who wouldn't buy me a car, and I refused to work. No money = you have nothing to show for it.
I easily could sit here and ramble on about how my shitty upbringing is to blame for it all. I could say that if I came from a normal family and house hold that none of these things would have happened. And while that may be true, it's all decisions I made myself. Putting the blame on my past is a cop out.
I spent a lot of time in my life procrastinating, being lazy and making poor decisions. I make a concious effort now to not do that any longer. Life is too short to live it with regrets.
Surprising no one
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So I was sitting at the dining room table, feverishly
always-sometimes-rarely-nevering, when Paul asked me if I wanted something
to drink. "Please," I said...
