I’m sometimes stupidly impulsive, and though this is a character trait I’ve worked to curb over the years, it still gets the better of me sometimes. I’ve said and done things on impulse that have, at times, had far-reaching effects. Regrets? I’ve had a few.
Recently, something I did a few years ago has jumped up and bitten me. I was going through a period of both growth and exploration back then and wandered off in a few places I now wish I hadn’t visited. I’ll let you make up your own stories about the wheres and whats, but suffice it to say I’m living with some regret now, and it’s not the best roommate ever. There’s a fine line between exploring and getting lost; there’s also a fine line between speaking your mind and shooting your mouth (and your foot and maybe some other assorted body parts) off. I don’t know that I’ll ever learn not to cross those lines, but I’d sure like to get to a place where I can recognize them before I leap over them. Barring that, some kind of Star Trek-y device to control impulses would be great. Somebody get on that, okay?