A long time ago, when I was a smart ass teen, my father was gaining weight. Thinking it would be funny I went up to give him a hug then went "boing" as if I bounced back from his stomach.

Looking back, his outstretched arms and subsequent look of hurt on his face made me see what a terrible thing that was. He died when I was 16 and I would give anything to take that stupid attempt at a joke back and actually get a hug from him. It may not seem like something big to most people but it was a turning point for me.

At 19 years old, I had the offer from a friend and a few of her friends to be the only guy in sexual fivesome. I was a virgin at the time, not in love with my friend, and religious, so I turned them down.

At the time, I knew it was likely to be a mistake to take them up on it, and I know now, even without the long-lost religion, that it really would have been a mistake.

Not making that mistake is my greatest and saddest regret.

Almost all of my regrets are mistakes I did not make.

Dropping out of medical school because I didn't speak the language well enough. I should have prepared more before hand and integrated better into Spanish culture. It still feel crushed when I think about it.

Hello M:

I didn't schtup Zoe Ann Olsen when she offered..

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The fact that I was born is my biggest regret..................

If I had left my ex sooner I might have met my wife sooner which would have allowed us to either have a bigger family or to have saved more before we launched into having the family.

I regret not having the maturity to work for what I wanted and not exposing myself to better competition as a kid..

My schooling was a total mess. I was far beyond my class, and it bored me to tears, so I learned on my own...but that totally spoiled me for school. I never developed study habits, never needing them...so when I went to college, I failed terribly. I was fine until I met calculus, when I would have sworn...and did...that I had the wrong book. I didn't seek help...I ended up throwing it all away.

I did continue to learn on my own, but never got my focus back.

I don't know if this will sound stupid and/or arrogant but I seriously have no regrets.

I've done dumb things, nasty things but I regret none of it as it shaped the amazing human being I am today.

I was a mean person in my past and learned my lessons (and only could have wanted to be this kind a human being if I'd been that mean to begin with).

I can tear apart someone with words and build them up from nothing with words too. To be able to do both to the right type of person is a skill I adore having.

I crush bullies and breed joy in would-be victims again and again and this talent was only gained by being bullied and being a bitter fuck in the first place and learning how to spread joy from all the mistakes.

I've been a cunt and had people be cunts to me which hurt me deep. I learned so much from that I could never ever have learned without it. I love my life and my past is something I have no shame in but due to the urge to remain somewhat anonymous here, Imma stay on the lay low with details.