About Regret

I fucking hate being told I told you so. Let’s not lie, I love saying that shit, but Lord Jesus, say it to me? Somebody gone have to hold me back. In today’s society, for some reason, you’re not allowed to fuck up, you got take everybody’s advice and do shit the right way the first time. That’s all shits and giggles, but that’s not how real life works. The way that life is, you gotta experience shit yourself. You have to have the uncomfortable one night stands to know that maybe the homie with the rat tail and face tattoos wasn’t the best idea after all. You have to fuck up, you have to fail. Because you have to learn what’s right FOR YOURSELF. Not Mandy, not for Nichole, and sure as hell not for Sharkeisha. For you.

Now the problem with this is this fucking hurts. balls. You are going to cry and you are gonna smash things and you are going to feel like the biggest pile of shit that you have ever taken, I’m talking food poisoning diarrhea. But it’s all worth it in the end. Because at the end of the day, with your battle scars and your life experience, you can smell bullshit from a mile away. And sure it might take you a couple lessons to hone that shit down, but once you got it? Baby, you got it. Don’t ever be embarrassed for being taken for a fool or messing up, if Halle Berry can get cheated on and Steve Jobs can fuck his first business up? Your ass can fail too.

You can’t let the fear or embarrassment of fucking up stop you from living. Go out there. Do shit. Date idiots. Paint stuff. Mess it up. Do it again better. There is no shame in falling, just in not getting back up. Said some smart person somewhere 🙂