Back in 1996, I was in Mrs. Jenning's sixth grade class. It was getting towards the end of the school year and we had whatever passed for senioritis in elementary school children ready to make the jump to middle school. We were having a pizza party for some reason. The pizza party: the kiddie version of a wine and cheese gathering. The social event of the month. And there was dancing. All of the kiddies had formed a little circle and everybody was taking turns in the center dancing to mid-nineties house music. I remember thinking at the time that I really wanted to jump into the middle of that circle and bust a move but I was still a painfully shy little boy. I didn't. And I remember saying to Mrs. Jennings when it was all over and everybody was disbanding "I should have danced." and Mrs. Jennings turned to me and said. "Yes, you should've."
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I've had a few conversations about regret recently. The position that everyone seems to take is that one should live life completely without regret. While I believe that goal in itself to be admirable I think that anybody who says that they don't have any regrets at all is spewing bull-puckey. I equate the word 'regret' with 'mistakes'. When you say you have no regrets what you are really saying is 'I've never made any mistakes'. And we all know that that cannot be true.
I believe it was the great philosopher Frizzle who said: "Take chances, make mistakes...get messy". I believe she's also responsible for the inspirational words: "Bus, do your stuff!" But that's a nugget to be dissected in a later entry. Anyway, the point is life is about MAKING mistakes and thus incurring regret. While we do our best to learn from those mistakes and hopefully correct our behavior to avoid such mistakes in the future we cannot avoid them entirely. So saying that you have 'no regrets' is false, isn't it?
Sure sure, I could just be jealous of these people that say that they have no regrets. I wish I could be like them, that I could have lived the first 25 years without regret. But I just don't think that would have been possible.
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Back in high school there was a girl I had a really big crush on. Okay, to be fair I think I had a yearly crush through every year of my schooling (including college) and if you pressed me hard enough I could probably name each and every one of them. If you pressed me even harder I would probably ask you if you wanted to start dating.
She was a salsa dancer, not professional mind you, just a hobbyist. She invited me to her sister's birthday party, it was at this really nice ballroom, and she kept telling me not to leave before I shared a dance with her. She had a boyfriend at the time and I was still a very shy young man. I had no idea what I would do to even get her out on the dance floor let alone what to do if we actually did get out there and start dancing. I'll never know, because I left without getting that dance.
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I think that a little regret is healthy, it builds character, kinda like a nice scar or a slip and fall into a vat of acid. Look at what acid did for Darkman, he's happy right? No, Darkman is probably the most miserable superhero on the planet. Nevermind. I'm sure he regrets being dunked in acid. But see, he took his regretful experience and turned it into a positive thing. He became a super hero, and before you knew it he was fighting crime and killing his arch nemesis in violent helicopter crash.
Anyway, I convey these little anecdotes for you not to illicit pity or anything like that but just to tell you what memories I'm coming from. Today I go line dancing on a weekly basis. I'm up there with 30 to 40 other assholes kicking and scraping my away across the floor, and I have fun doing that shit. I dance at weddings, parties and in ridiculous little dance floor circles constantly. Basically, regret can be a nice way to motivate yourself to do the things that you want to do, if nothing else, then to avoid further regret.
For example, i regret that this entry has gone on so long and so pointlessly. And I will remember this entry when writing further entries so as not to bore you, dear reader.
Lo siento.
Schpadoinkle.
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