Looking back...

I live with my mum.
And yes, my parents pay for everything.
So yes, I am immature and spoiled.

 

Yes... but without those realizations I'd have gained no wisdom. If I held the position that all my choices were perfect then I'd be saying something very unflattering about myself.

I find it challenging to find something likable about folks who insist that they never make mistakes because they tend not to have open minds and communicating with them is alot like talking to a stone wall- very frustrating.

 

i didn't say that at all, nor did i even intend it. don't read more into it than is there. if i wanted to say you were immature and spoiled, i'd say it.

but anyway, you just haven't had time to develop regrets and make your own really important decisions. at this point in your life, the biggest one you have is "graduate school" and "don't shoot up heroin" and "don't get pregnant." so far as i'm concerned, those were just a matter of doing what i was doing ANYWAY. man, i was SO SMART when i was living with my mom. it's amazing how fast you can start feeling like a bonehead when you're on your own.

 

i agree with this, but that doesn't mean i don't wonder what the fuck i was thinking at most points in my life

 

I wouldn't necessarily describe the "what the hell was I thinking" moment as a regret...just something that you questioned that may have happened or didn't happen...

*Shrugs*

 

depends on the situation, i guess.

 

ive had my share but alot of them were for the best...

 

i am thinking what the hell was i thinking right now about the speech i gave today

i answered the questions like a retard, would have helped if i understood WHAT they were asking me. fuckers.

 

I get this feeling quite regularly. It's usually accompanied by a mind-bending hangover and a desperate search for loose change around my room, so I can go and eat.

 

Sure there are a few things that I have done that I'm not proud of, every living person has so, that said I now say that no matter what, I don’t have room for regret. I have lived my life on my own terms, by my own convictions and when I eventually reach the end, I can say to myself truthfully that I was responsible for everything that I have ever done and there is a great comfort to that.