Life Of Regret

If I were to die today and my life flashed before my eyes, I would regret about 90% of it. All the years I spent slaving in school and working. All the years I wasted being miserable and lonely. If I could do anything different, what would I do? I don't even see the options. I don't choose to be alone. If I were rich, I wouldn't have to work. I have no choice but to live life the way I've lived it. I can't change who I am. I never had any choice.

You know what I wouldn't regret, though? All the hedonism and the times I did things for ME. The years I spent playing, and eating the food I like, and doing all the things I want. I wouldn't regret those things at all.
Like
1
Report Abuse
EverydayNormalGuy
Ha, I've tried every single dating site in the books. All it does is lead to more misery, especially when you're constantly being ignored or rejected by every single person you reach out to. It all boils down to appearance, and dating sites are inherently superficial. Women have their choice and I've always been picked last. (In that way, it's a lot easier for women to find someone they want to hang out with.)
I feel like most people must feel this way. I know I do at least. Ive stopped giving a s**t lately, and been a happier person as a result. But then as soon as I feel lonely it all feels pointless again. We're social creatures, we need eachother. Try online dating sites? Like bumble is supposed to be a good one or something. Just resolve to have more fun, even just meeting people and enjoying life a bit more.
Like
1
Report Abuse
safetynetxo
Being selfish, I want everything; the best of both worlds. It would be nice to have some companionship every once in awhile instead of always being alone.
So, just be selfish and happy, then. As long as you keep it to yourself and not involve or include anyone else, it hurts no one and why not choose to be alone? People are so disappointing and fail you, eventually making you miserable, why even bother with 'em. I've observed enough to know that the selfish ones are the happiest. . . somehow.
Like
1
Report Abuse
Mopy