What is something you've done that you wish you could take back?

Going to grad school. Guh. This is misery.

I wouldn’t take back going to grad school, but I’d give an important body part for a do-over.

No, there is no way on earth I would ever do this again. Since I was tiny, I wanted a PhD. I think I will get the master’s, and then run away as fast as I can. This is worse than water torture.

I ignored a guy who pursued me romantically for a whole year and a half. I just wasn’t interested… But he was really a nice guy. I have to admit I was weirded out at first because we didn’t have any friends in common, he just walked up to me in my favorite coffee shop.

I think I’d trade what I have now to get him :P

When I was six, I threw one of those oversized lawn darts (from the ‘70’s) and hit a little girl smack in the forehead… completely by accident, but I absolutely knew better than to try what I was trying. What makes it worse was that I then I ran away.

Still makes me wince to think of it. I like to think I tend to own up more to my own mistakes now in small part b/c of that.

Oh yah, she was fine… it was superficial… but obviously, could’ve been terrible. Probably my first real brush with the concept of serious injury/mortality.

me and two other friends vandalized (spray painted) our school as a prank, but one of my friends that did it was over the age of 17, and it turned out to be a felony, so he was tried(when we finaly got caught) as an adult and got it 5 times worse than me.
I would still have done it again, but I wouldn’t let him participate.

I was hanging out with a bunch of fellow ten year olds who started a little game with (against) this kid named John Hatcher. We all knew that John was being physically and emotionally abused at home but that didn’t stop us from ridiculing him. From his hair color to the startled speech he seemed to be born with, nothing was barred and we knew our words were like knives stabbing him mercilessly, but John wouldn’t cry or beg for mercy, instead he just plastered a brave smile and produced a forced laugh against himself, possibly hoping to devalue the pain we were causing him.

It was the only time in my life that my actions were guided by peer-pressure and I am so ashamed to think about it, even now… even keeping in touch with John for years, I don’t think he’ll ever realize how truly sorry I was for injuring his psyche… in the name of conformity.

I’m sorry John.

Unbelievable, I was thinking of posting this exact same question! (And I hadn’t read that other question)

Anyhow, there’s this really weird guy at my school that I’ve sometimes done very rude to. He probably doesn’t even remember (I’m not the only one who does it), but it bothers me a lot (especially so because I wasn’t the only one doing it). I’ve adjust my behaviour now, though :)

Still, there are plenty of things I do that I regret aftwerwards. Nobody’s perfect :(

My brother was a quadriplegic for over 20 years. I got a call that he had fallen into a coma, and I needed to come as soon as possible. I drove the 10 hours to the hospital, and the ICU nurse told me that his organs were failing, and he didn’t have much longer to live. He had sepsis, which is pretty much a death sentence. The only thing keeping him alive was the medication they were feeding him through IV tubing to keep his blood pressure from falling any further.

The following morning, I was told that we were waiting for the doctor to come, so we could give her instructions to stop the medicine, and let him go. My sister-in-law was so strong. She showed concern enough for me to ask what my thoughts were about letting him die. I tearfully told her I agreed with her, and that I knew he wouldn’t want to live like that. There was no hope of him ever coming out of the coma.

I felt weak and dizzy while we waited for the doctor. I told my sister-in-law I didn’t think I could stay to watch him die. I told her the last thing she needed was to worry about me hitting the floor if I fainted. She hugged me and told me she understood, and that I should do what I felt I needed to do.

I then took a couple of minutes alone with my brother to thank him for being such a wonderful part of my life, and tell him how much I loved him. Then I kissed him goodbye and left.

He was a very understanding person, and I think he would have told me to go, but I really regret not staying there with him. I feel like I really let everyone down.

wow Scamp. I’m tearful in a Costco right now.

My (now ex) girlfriend had a close friend die suddenly, and because we were having some problems at the time, I wasn’t there for her (physically and emotionally) while she grieved, and wouldn’t make the trip with her to her hometown for the funeral. I essentially hung her out to dry because of pride and selfishness. It still haunts me.