Monday, 19 September 2011

Regrets

There are three types of regrets in life.

The first are The Obvious Regrets, fairly self-explanatory, these are the things that you regret before you even do them but you decide to do them anyway. Stupid things like deciding to get drunk and sleep with the biggest asshole you know because you've just been dumped and that's what people do when they've been dumped.

The second are The Later Regrets, these are the things that happen organically and seem like a good idea at the time, but half way through you start to think "I am so going to regret this later". Like  sleeping with your best friend because you are both horny and haven't been in relationships for a while and just crave the feeling of falling asleep in someone's arms. You do these things despite that voice in your head because they feel so good at the time. Even though you have to sneak out the next morning because you know it will be awkward waking up beside the guy/girl who knows all of your secrets and who you don't find remotely attractive because you've known them your entire life.

And the third are the sneaky ones- The Hindsight Regrets, these are the hardest to explain, they are the things that happen in your life that you thought you would never regret, moments that seemed so perfect, until one day, maybe years later, you look back and see that they are really the cause of all the bad things that have happened in your life that have caused you regret. Like losing your virginity to your first real boyfriend, because you were so in love and thought that you would be together forever. But then he dumps you and you get drunk and sleep with assholes and get a reputation you can't shake, so no one wants to be in a relation with you, and you end up alone for years and you can't sleep at night because you're lonely, so you sleep with your best friend because you need company. And at the end of the day you find yourself looking back with nothing but hurt and regret because you are alone, texting a guy who sees you as nothing more than a booty call, thinking about the friend who you barely speak to anymore because it's just too weird and wondering how something so perfect could cause so much trouble.

I am Sleepless In Solitude, and i want to tell you of my regrets.

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