I am not sure how I feel about regret. It is true that it's a waste of time, and also seemingly counterproductive. It makes more sense to turn an experience into some positive lesson. Usually I'm good at that--I'm ridiculously optimistic enough to manipulate a personally bad situation into something character-building. But now, at the end of my rope, I feel regret.
It would be nice if logic played a larger part in how one felt. For once in my life, I think, I could use the detachment.
Ah, well. Enough of my summer despair.
Instead, I will display the beautiful ravioli my roomie and I made from from scratch last night.
...followed by dessert, guitar, and good company. Food heals.
Maybe I should become a chef.
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