the ones we try to forget.

13 Jun

this post has nothing to do with india,  so if india is all you care about well here is your update and feel free to move along:

i worked this weekend (balls) and then went with the americans on saturday night to eat pizza, drink imported chardonnay and watch saved! (god shouldn’t be taken seriously anyway, right?) on sunday i didn’t exit my apartment. and, um, frankly i only left my air-conditioned mecca of a bedroom to feed myself and pee – because i found a baby cockroach in my ensuite.

end scene.

so i feel like i’ve talked a lot about things that have happened over the years that were a little bit funny and a little bit failure.  but there is a column (c), a third party in the trilogy of awkwardness, a tiny footnote if you will, that i have not mentioned thusfar in our relationship.

oh hello, regret.

the idea of regret has been on my mind lately – as often happens when you have too much time and only bastard reptiles to talk to. in recognizing my need to bring it up, i have been carefully thinking about how to handle the topic with ya’ll – because i made an idiotic promise to be honest.

well the honest truth is that i lied.

simply put, as much as i know you’d get a kick out of my most cringe-worthy situations, i can’t unlock the these moments of deep regret for you with unabashed honesty. it’s like…archeology.  the details of my regrets are hidden away one on top of the other, each one changing the last, interwoven with 27 years of secrets and untruths. over time, i’ve even tried to systematically forget them. (and failed, of course.)

i will remain mum on the details, but i will say that my most heinous regret-inducing situations are thematic.  they all come together around one thing: a lack of compassion.

i know this will wildly shock you, but i am a little bit selfish. so while others may regret things like not following their dreams,  i’ve always been perfectly perfect at demanding better for myself.  it’s when it has come to demanding better for others that i have historically taken the back exit and slipped out unnoticed.

in other words: i sucked.

i’ve given friends their marching orders in terrible ways, i’ve disregarded love, i’ve said horrible things to wonderful people, i’ve not stood up when i knew something was wrong, i’ve let jealously lead to cruelty and i’ve been untrustworthy. a lot. and these are just the things i can remember.

and while im not – admittedly – upset with the outcome of most of these situations (for reals, i’ve had some totally shit friends who needed to go), the path to get there was all too often devoid of basic compassion. it’s this that i regret more than anything.

but you know, life is tricky, tricky, tricky and somehow it always finds a way to come back around with the good and the bad. or as some may choose to put it: karma’s a bitch.

about six years ago there was a a fairly life-altering, earth-shattering, mind-blowing (and other hyperbole hyphened words) incident that shook everything i thought to be right and true to the core. sadly, it involved some of the people closest to me, and was so devastating that i’m not sure i will ever be over it.

it changed me. full stop.

listen, i’m not saying i deserved said injustice, but i choose to think that i had a lesson to learn – and karma decided that this was how i would learn it.

i realized is that whether it’s the worst experience of your life or just some minor infraction – it feels completely hideous to be denied basic human compassion. just by way of all being people, we each have the capability to anticipate the feelings of others, but often do not have the kindness to apply it. if you think about it, witholding compassion is really a betrayal of the highest form.

so this is what i learned from my personal implosion: sure, kick the bitches and the losers to the curb, say what you think and don’t back down – but do it in a way that applies the golden rule. be kind, be empathetic, be compassionate.

while i have been taking my own advice for a few years now, i  still f*&k up from time to time when it comes to being compassionate.  so the regrets, sure, they still trickle through.

and i guess i’m ok with this – because i’d be really bad at attempting perfection:  i fall down too much in public.

and that’s a story for another day, kittens.

i googled 'compassion' out of desperation for a picture, and this is the first hit. enjoy.

11 Responses to “the ones we try to forget.”

  1. A.A.B. (auntie angie baby) June 13, 2011 at 9:48 pm #

    Regret doesn’t have to last forever. Simply put your big girl panties on and make it right. Yes you can. Go.

    • heyitsmeal June 14, 2011 at 12:07 pm #

      hahaha, well i won’t be apologizing to anyone if that’s what you’re implying. but i WILL continue being better – or at least trying to be better.

      big girl panties – well played.

      • A.A.B. (auntie angie baby) June 15, 2011 at 5:05 am #

        Ok. But when you put your big girl panties on there is a responsibility to do the right thing. Here’s something to think about (in between fighting JC and winning over the American’s)…..write your obituary now as in today and then try and live it to be true. You may realize that even though the air is then up there, it’s always a good idea to take the high road. :-))

    • heyitsmeal June 15, 2011 at 1:02 pm #

      well consider yourself listened to – i took a VERY high road and apologized to someone who was likely due and apology for a while. although a lot of the things i do are justified, going about them in a crap way won’t garner any respect in the end. so, i guess i will try and make those few things right when it makes sense…if nothing else than to get a better obit. haha. xox

  2. Hannah June 13, 2011 at 10:44 pm #

    This whole time I keep thinking. Wow, she thinks and says all these things to and about people and shes still kept me around for all these years. (Can I consider 5.5 years “all these years”? Okay, I thought so.)

    For that, my friend. I feel honored. Especially since I’m a tad bit crazy and overzealous. And very American.

    Goodtime Lovin’

    • heyitsmeal June 14, 2011 at 12:10 pm #

      while it’s no secret that we have our moments you and i, you’re the cream of the crop in my books. you know i love you.

      gt for life biyatch.

  3. Mary Walsh June 14, 2011 at 5:48 am #

    A.A.B is right Al, regret doesn’t have to last forever. You’re in a position that not too many people find themselves in…you’ve found your broken bit and are now in the position to fix it. You’ve gots good Karma kiddo, no worries there

    Great piece btw, I’m really digging this blog of yours x


    • heyitsmeal June 14, 2011 at 12:13 pm #

      hah mar you’re sweet – and very right!

      i’m really honored that you’re following along! looking forward to a life update from you soon…:) xxoo


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