I wish I did, uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrr, did something, uuuuuuuuuuuuurrrr, sorry forgot again.

Yes. Now, where to start... I regret that it would take too long to list them all.

If you think about it, regrets are meaningless. About the only good they can achieve is to teach one a life's lesson for the future - but we invetiably end up amassing more regrets along the way in any case. If everyone spent serious time mulling over their regrets, they'd probably end up in one of society's real bedlams...

The Smiths: "Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now"

If we are doing song lyrics............

(Lennon/McCartney)

There are places I remember

All my life though some have changed

Some forever not for better

Some have gone and some remain

All these places have their moments

With lovers and friends I still can recall

Some are dead and some are living

In my life I've loved them all

But of all these friends and lovers

There is no one compares with you

And these memories lose their meaning

When I think of love as something new

Though I know I'll never lose affection

For people and things that went before

I know I'll often stop and think about them

In my life I love you more

Though I know I'll never lose affection

For people and things that went before

I know I'll often stop and think about them

In my life I love you more

In my life I love you more

Always reminds me of a girl I was seeing in my early 20's and a fork in the road of life that I hit. If I had gone one way, I could have ended up being a landscape gardener in the south of France, I took the other way and ended up here. But I always get the feeling, when I think about it, that I would have probably ended up here anyway.

'je regret rien...', sung by Edith Piaf....

'I been bad, I been bad...lord knows how bad I've been'; howled by tutsiwarrior everyday when cringing with remorse after remembering something stupid he's done in the past usually when drunk...

it's a wonder I get any work done...

My biggest regret, when a young bloke, NOT knowing about KY Gel.

Boy what hash ups I had, spit is only just not good enuff.

My biggest regret, when a young bloke, NOT knowing about KY Gel.

Boy what hash ups I had, spit is only just not good enuff.

WD40 is better for loosening some nuts.

My biggest regret, when a young bloke, NOT knowing about KY Gel.

Boy what hash ups I had, spit is only just not good enuff.

Yep, you sure do need some lubrication between palm and penis.

'je regret rien...', sung by Edith Piaf....

'I been bad, I been bad...lord knows how bad I've been'; howled by tutsiwarrior everyday when cringing with remorse after remembering something stupid he's done in the past usually when drunk...

it's a wonder I get any work done...

I too have many regrets about the howls of Tutsiwarriors........................I thought it was just me.

'je regret rien...', sung by Edith Piaf....

'I been bad, I been bad...lord knows how bad I've been'; howled by tutsiwarrior everyday when cringing with remorse after remembering something stupid he's done in the past usually when drunk...

it's a wonder I get any work done...

I too have many regrets about the howls of Tutsiwarriors........................I thought it was just me.

look out, or I might haveta do sumpin'...regrettable ( )

Don't do it, stay single.

The Smiths: "Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now"

If we are doing song lyrics............

"Regrets, I've had a few

But then again, too few to mention"

On a more purient level, I have had two major regrets about which I do think at times.

One wasn't that much, but I do think about it.  I was at the Salt Lake City airport waiting for a connection when I sat down and stared reading.  A woman sitting next to me commented on my book, and we started talking.  She worked for the Bureau of Indian Affairs and was stationed in Bethel, Alaska, and she was not happy with it. From her decription, Bethel is a treeless collection of trailers where the only thing people seem to have to do is get drunk each night.  She mentioned that she woud love to have a visitor come see her.  She was of average appearence, I guess, nothing remarkable as far as stunning beauty, but she was quite slender except for, shall we say, a rather large chest.  We talked and laughed and casually touched each other, but when her plane was boarding, she looked at me expectantly, having hinting that she wanted to see me, but like an idiot, I never asked for her phone number.  I just sat there staring at her. She looked disappointed.  I tried to contact her a couple years later, but she had already been transfered out of Bethel.

The second one was more obvious. I had a Japanese university exchange student living with me for three weeks.  I was married at the time. Well, she must have had a screw loose, because she was somehow attracted to me.  We had disucssions about American sexuality, she joked about me teaching her to kiss, and she took every opportunity to touch me.  When I took her and another girl shooting, when I tried to adjust the rifle, she would press my hand into her breast.  At home, she would come up with a loose t-shirt and no bra and bend over to talk with me so I could see.  And on her last night, she called for me to help her with her bag.  I went down to her room, and she was dressed in a very small t-shirt with no bra and her panties.  As I lifted the bag, she rushed to help me and pushed up against me.  Then she hugged me tightly and thanked me for my hospitality. As I wrote, I was married at the time, and I was still monogamous, but I certainly wanted to accept the invitation.  But I said and did nothing.  A year or so later, my marriage began to fall apart, and I kept thinking back to that rather cute 20-year-old Japanese student.  I still think of her, in fact. I guess missing out on something makes a person think about it more than all the things he or she did not miss out on.

My biggest regret, when a young bloke, NOT knowing about KY Gel. Boy what hash ups I had, spit is only just not good enuff.

WD40 is better for loosening some nuts.

My biggest regret, when a young bloke, NOT knowing about KY Gel. Boy what hash ups I had, spit is only just not good enuff.

WD40 is better for loosening some nuts.

Nutz were OK, 'twas piston cylinder that was too tite......

I regret that I never could hit a curveball. An allstar baseball player in all other areas, but at the age of 18 I had to give up on baseball as a player because the curveball would spin me into the dirt. A future Hall Of Fame career cut short by a dead European by the name of Bernoulli .

Hehe. Lannarebirth, you would have hated me. I was a pitcher in the Los Angeles Dodgers organization (Class A Florida State League) back in the mid-60's and threw a 12-6 curveball that broke about four feet. "I'm coming home Mom. They started throwing curveballs today." That's a famous quote from an old Brooklyn Dodgers outfielder named Harry "The Hat" Walker from the 1940's. My pro career was cut short by the Vietnam War and my draft notice from Uncle Sam. So my one big regret was not listening to my father, a career Air Force officer, who pleaded with me to join the Air Force after receiving my draft notice. I told him I that if I joined the Air Force, it would be a four-year hitch and my baseball career would be over. He said, "But you will sleep in a nice clean bed and eat three hot meals a day. In the Army, you will be sleeping in the mud with the snakes." I went into the Army, slept in the mud, never saw any snakes in Vietnam, but threw my pro baseball career away by staying in Nam for a second tour because I didn't want to leave my buddies. Go figure.

Got one now. Didnt pull the trigger on buying a new netbook for a good price, hemmed and hawed and now they are out of stock. Guess I will have to wait until the next deal comes around.

(I hate paying full price for things, its my canny Scots heritage coming out )

'je regret rien...', sung by Edith Piaf....

A most enjoyable 2:23 it takes to listen to it.

"Il vaut mieux avoir du remors que des regrets."

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It is better to have remorse than to have regret.

A saying by Patrick Bruel in his great song, "La Place des Grands Hommes"

I've had remorse for some things that I have done, but few regrets for things I haven't done:

Similarly to the story of lost-out occasions mentioned above,

I was about 16, or so, working a well-paid summer beach job in Monte-Carlo and had access to a small apartment close to the Casino.

One night, around 2 or so, I'm walking back along the beach towards my place. I was feeling a bit disconsolate, having lost a girlfriend recently, and I'd had a few pints at a pub quietly.

So as I'm walking back, three stunningly attractive Italian tourist girls, about 18-19, ask me for directions to a local club, at the time called Tiffany's.

Well, it was on my way home, so I walked them home.

I recall being vaguely excited, and not just a little shy; but friendly nonetheless.

We chatted during the ten minute stroll and I mentioned I had a place... I think - no, I'm sure - the girls would happily have come up and enjoyed some substances, including alcohol, of course. I was rather shy...

We pass in front of the club....They invited to go the club with them. In those days, if you looked old enough, and had some cash to spend, ID's weren't necessary.

As I mentioned though, I was a bit disconsolate.

I always regretted that.

Bugger.

I regret many mistakes of mine in the past, but I also forgive myself; I couldn't have learned enough to regret them if I hadn't made them in the first place.

Having said that, I regret the many opportunities that I now see were offered, looking back, to bonk other guys when I was a teenager and in my early twenties and still very heavily closeted. At least I did take a few of them.

I also regret not having been emotionally open to my friends for similar reasons for many years.

I regret not using a sharper blade while attempting to cut of the head of an infidel, took a bit too long.......