The Lessons that Regrets Have to Offer Us…

If you don’t have a single regret in your lives, then, congrats, on being one in a zillion (just like ME!!!  Wow, I feel, so special right now…).

There are, however, lessons that we can learn from our regrets, remember how regret felt (doesn’t feel too good, does it???  Of course not!!!), and, wouldn’t you WANT to NEVER feel like that again?  Exactly!  And that, IS the precise lesson that regrets have to offer us.

Now, how to go about living your lives, without ANY regrets, that, would be a form of art, I suppose.  And, because of everything that’s happened in my life, that’s been beyond MY control (hello, hello, hello, how the FUCK do I know I was going to be the one, getting POPPED out???), and because it’s all fate, and who the hell, am I, to argue with fate, right?  So, I’d, SCRAPPED regret, OUT of my life completely.

And, there’s, no right or wrong way to approach dealing with your separate regrets, but, generally, regrets can be, divided into TWO “sections”, one, the ones you have no control over, the other, the ones you HAVE control over, and, the only one you can work on, to MAKE a difference in would be the “section” that you HAVE control over.

There’s, nothing else you can do, after you’d, worked through the regrets you have control over, besides, fate’s in charge, hello, hello, hello???  Haven’t we gone over ALL of that previously???  Exactly!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Keeper of Regrets…

Done so many things I’d, regretted doing in my life time, and thus, I’d become the keeper of regrets…

As the keeper of regrets, I’m, destined, to keep my eyes, GLUED to the past (the way I came???), and never focusing on the present, nor, looking toward the distance (to the future???).  Got trapped, by the pasts a long, long, long time ago, don’t you know…

Keeper of regrets, that, is what I’d, become, and, I don’t just keep MY regrets, I also, keep everybody else’s too, I don’t want to, but, that was, the “job”, assigned to me (don’t ask by W-H-O-M!!!), and so, people just, keep on, bringing me their regrets, hoping, I’ll, store ‘em all.  And I had, for a little while, until these cabinets, drawers, overflowed, and now, I’m, living inside, this house, full of, regrets that aren’t even mine to begin with!

Keeper of regrets, I’d, stopped being, ‘cuz, I’m, living each and every day, to the fullest, leaving NO regrets, whatsoever, and, I won’t be, taking in any more of anybody else’s regrets, like those pounds or animal shelters, where you bring your unwanted pets to dump???

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Alternative Forms of Reality…

If there are, multiple versions of our selves, living out their parallel lives with us, wouldn’t that be something!

In this, alternative form of reality, you may be unstuck from who you are, like those ants, working the grind, from five to nine, pulling in that extra overtime, just to pay the bills, think on it, you can be a multi-millionaire, with absolutely NO worries over money, and, all your troubles, are gone away.

The alternative forms of reality, you will, get TRAPPED by it, because, these alternative forms of reality stemmed out of your what-might-have-beens, and what could’ve happened had I only’s, and it’s, easy, for us all, to get, trapped by it, too easy is the thing!

The alternative forms of reality, there IS none, this, is the ONLY reality you can have, as for if there’s, another version of you living on an alternative, parallel plane? Well, wouldn’t you want to know…

The alternative forms of reality, they represented your regrets of what could’ve happen, had you done something differently in the past, and, unfortunately, there’s still NO time machines available, to ANYBODY, so we can, go back in the past, to FIX whatever it is we thought went wrong in our lives.

 

 

 

The Age of Our Regrets…

This is, a brand NEW E-R-A of our lives: the Age of Our Regrets…

The age of our regrets, comprised, of ALL of our broken dreams, all of those, could’ve, would’ve, should’ve been’s, they’d, finally, gotten, caught UP with us through the years which had, flown past too quickly.

The age of our regrets, there’s, no way we can, rid ourselves of them, they’re, everywhere now, just like, how they were, everywhere before, it’s just, we’d, failed to, NOTICE their presences in our lives is all.

The age of our regrets, let’s count them, shall we??? I regret…being BORN (for starters), having gotten RAPED as a young child (still NOT my fault!!!), not killing myself successfully back in high school (STRIKE T-H-R-E-E!!!), meeting UP with you (not my fault, it was FATE, in MY defense!!!), and the list just runs on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, you get the “picture”, don’t you???

The age of our regrets, you can take ALL your regrets, and you can, EAT them all up, and CHOKE on it, I have ZERO regret, period! Because that, is HOW I CHOOSE to live this god DAMN F***ED up (it was, but not anymore!!!) life of mine!

If Only We Can be Strangers Again…

If this life we’d, already shared, had never, occurred, if only, we can be strangers again, then, all would be, well, but, we can’t, ‘cuz, we can turn back that clock, can we???

So, here’s, where it’s, led us to, down this broken road, paved with lies, hurt, and betrayal, and, it’s neither of our, faults, or, perhaps, it’s only fair, that we share, the blame together, divide it up, 50/50.

If only we can be strangers again, but we can’t. We can’t even, be perfect strangers to one another, we know each other, too well.

If only, we can be strangers again, wouldn’t that be grand? I mean, just think, how wonderful life would be, we can just, live our colliding lives, like, parallel lines, and never know how close we got to, goodbye.

But, I can’t pretend, I won’t! It’s just, no point for me to do so, I already HATE you, with EVERY single FUCKING (and your point being???) cell in my body. If only, we can be strangers again, but we can’t, we’d, moved PAST being just, strangers now………

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Serenade Me, with Those Songs of Your Regrets

These songs you’d sung to me, they’d, become, out-of-tune now!

Serenade me, with those songs of your regrets, c’mon, I want to hear them ALL, over, over, over, and over again from you (‘cuz you will, RE-experience those traumas from your childhood abuse AND neglect repeatedly!!!).

查看來源圖片something that looks, like this, maybe???  Image from online…

Serenade me, with those songs of your regrets, and, I’ll laugh, callously, like I have, NO heart (oh wait, I forgot, I HAVE NO heart!!!). Serenade me, with those songs of your regrets, from that time you couldn’t, control yourself with that WHORE of yours, and, tell me, STEP by STEP what you did to her, ‘cuz I want to know. Did she, moan and GROAN loud enough for ya??? I’m bettin’ that she had!

Serenade me, with those songs of your regrets, but, I’d, gone DEAF, with ALL those repeated moments of regrets in my own life, and so, nothing you say will EVER be, “registering” ever again.

And your lips will keep on moving, and all I see, is blah-blah-b-l-a-h, what’s that you say??? Did someone, accidentally (yeah uh, right!!!) press down hard, and BROKE that “mute” button on your voice? ‘Cuz I CAN’T H-E-A-R Y-O-U!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Across This Vast Plain of My Regrets…

Do you not smell it, the scent of rain, across this vast plain of my regrets, and, as the rain fell, it tasted, salty (‘cuz, it’s, made of TEARS???)…

Across this vast plain of my regrets, I regretted, EVER looking you up, EVER started this god DAMN interaction with you online, and now, we’d become, LESS than strangers, ‘cuz I would’ve, treated STRANGERS with a HELL of a LOT MORE courtesy than you’d ever treated me with!

the storm hasn’t happened yet, but, it’s, brewing all right….  Photo from online…查看來源圖片

Across this vast plain of my regrets, why, oh why, was I so, god damn YOUNG, NAÏVE, and inexperienced (and no, still NOWHERE NEAR the vicinity of STUPID here!!!), in love, and I was, already TWENTY-SIX when that happened, and thankfully, I’d, figured it all out, right before I’d, turned twenty-seven.

Across this VAST plain of my regrets, and I still only got just ONE regret, and that was, being BORN, and I wasn’t, even IN control of that! Across this VAST plain of my regrets, the downpour of ALL the tears I’d, ever cried, came rushing down, all at once, and took me under!

查看來源圖片miles of emptiness, with the storms, in teh distance…not my photo…

Across this VAST plain of my regrets, oh, how I’d, HATED me, for not being old enough, ‘cuz if I were, a bit older when it all started happenin’, then mayne, things would’ve, turned out different (and no, still not going back down THAT road again!!!)……………

And now, you look out, from wherever the HELL you are, you won’t see this VAST plain of MY regrets, ‘cuz I ain’t got NONE (and your point being???). I’d lived, AND died (no, really had!!!), and now, I’m, immortal (feel free to call me EGOTISTICAL, but I KNOW I’m NOT!!!), and no, I’m still NOT claiming to be G-O-D, ‘cuz there AIN’T a G-O-D, it’s all, EVOLUTION, people!!!