Misty_Morning
Narcissistic Hedonist
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I recently posted a thread about the "ONE" thing you could change in your life if you had the chance.
In my original thread I knew there was "one" thing that I "might" change if I could.
And yet I realized that if I did change that one thing I wouldn't be where am now.
Fuck Yea, I could go without all the heartache, but I wouldn't be where I am now.
But where exactly would I be now?
There is NO way in hell I would ever forfit the love I have now to take a chance at where I could be.
Thing is....I asked for ONE thing. And yet folks just seemed to point out MANY things. And it made me wonder.
Seems folks got many regrets in life. I know I do.
But what is the ONE thing you don't regret.
What is the ONE thing that has made you stop and question and yet keep on?
What is the ONE thing you would do again....knowing all the heartache would be the same?
What is the one thing that you would willingly live again, be it happy or be it sad?
As for me....I got alot.
So to keep it light hearted:
I remember spending several summers with my grandmother. She was blind and lived in an great big scary ass old victorian house. Cuz she was blind, most of the time it was dark, which used to freak my shit out.
Anyways, we would spend the summer, peeling off the labels of the canned food and putting on braille labels. She used to laugh and say....if folks come over, they better learn how to read HER way.
While other kids were off swimming I was reading her books and discussing literature and talking about politics and history.
And...she also liked to "listen" to soaps. The only thing is...she needed someone to tell her about what was going on during the "sex" (haha) scenes.
I always made up excuses to be away at those times....hey...I was a kid!
Anyways....summer would end and I would hate to leave, although I was just about 30 miles away. I often spent many weekends there too. But it wasn't the same.
Staying in that old dark house, with my old cranky grandmother, learning about the "old" country, sharing thoughts that neither one of us would share with others....was kinda like an extended slumber party. I learned about my heritage, I learned about life. I began to understand who I was and where I came from.
I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.
Most of the grandkids thought she was just a mean ol lady....but I knew better.
(though she would never admit to it)
What about you?
Got something you wouldn't change? And Why?
In my original thread I knew there was "one" thing that I "might" change if I could.
And yet I realized that if I did change that one thing I wouldn't be where am now.
Fuck Yea, I could go without all the heartache, but I wouldn't be where I am now.
But where exactly would I be now?
There is NO way in hell I would ever forfit the love I have now to take a chance at where I could be.
Thing is....I asked for ONE thing. And yet folks just seemed to point out MANY things. And it made me wonder.
Seems folks got many regrets in life. I know I do.
But what is the ONE thing you don't regret.
What is the ONE thing that has made you stop and question and yet keep on?
What is the ONE thing you would do again....knowing all the heartache would be the same?
What is the one thing that you would willingly live again, be it happy or be it sad?
As for me....I got alot.
So to keep it light hearted:
I remember spending several summers with my grandmother. She was blind and lived in an great big scary ass old victorian house. Cuz she was blind, most of the time it was dark, which used to freak my shit out.
Anyways, we would spend the summer, peeling off the labels of the canned food and putting on braille labels. She used to laugh and say....if folks come over, they better learn how to read HER way.
While other kids were off swimming I was reading her books and discussing literature and talking about politics and history.
And...she also liked to "listen" to soaps. The only thing is...she needed someone to tell her about what was going on during the "sex" (haha) scenes.
I always made up excuses to be away at those times....hey...I was a kid!Anyways....summer would end and I would hate to leave, although I was just about 30 miles away. I often spent many weekends there too. But it wasn't the same.
Staying in that old dark house, with my old cranky grandmother, learning about the "old" country, sharing thoughts that neither one of us would share with others....was kinda like an extended slumber party. I learned about my heritage, I learned about life. I began to understand who I was and where I came from.
I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.
Most of the grandkids thought she was just a mean ol lady....but I knew better.
(though she would never admit to it
)What about you?
Got something you wouldn't change? And Why?
