I'm going to regret not thinking of a really good answer to this QOTW
Until sometime tomorrow. :(
(Pachey, Thu 12 Oct 2006, 13:45, Reply)

El Cabron!
seconded mate... lifes good eh? :)
(unlawful odour i dunno..., Thu 12 Oct 2006, 13:11, Reply)

Several
Well i have several regrets, here is what i can currently think of;

- Not punching Nick in high school. Mentally bullied me for ages. Probably led to me not being able to stick up for myself.

- The obligatory "girl i should have" i was suffering from a breakup with my first love (see below) and a female friend from work (very hot) was very supportive of me. Only to be told a few months later that she really fancied me but i had missed my chance because of taking so long to get over ex. Dang!

- Being a paranoid and emotional fuckwit, falling in love too fast too deep and not being able to "let go". Thereby causing myself huge heartache and mental anguish which often lasts months.

- Being too scared to try drugs after hearing too many "bad trip" stories.

And i wonder why im single, meh.
(Fishbone-didi, Thu 12 Oct 2006, 12:41, Reply)

Not a regret as such, more of a lesson in life!
I spent four years engaged to a girl I thought I was in love with and spent a bloody fortune on and am now living with a shed load of debt!

I don't regret it though because the whole escapade changed me for the better, i'm a much more patient and understanding person now.

Even though it hurt like fuck when we split up, it allowed me to take stock of my life and see that I wasn't living to my full potential.

So I got myself a new job that nearly doubled my pay, did the decent thing of stopping moping and not turning down any shag that came my way until i'd got her out of my system.

I now live with best person I could ever have met, she's gorgeous, funny and incredibly loving.

I know this doesn't really fit in with everyone else's tales of woe but I'm just trying to show a bit of positivity for all those people who get really down on this sort of thing.

Life doesn't stay like shit for ever, just make sure you learn from the crap bits!
(El Cabron, Thu 12 Oct 2006, 12:40, Reply)

I regret not
losing my virginity to that girl that one time.
sounded too good to be true, all she wanted was sex, under the condition that there was no relationship involved. exactly what i was looking for, at the time at least.

but like i said, too good to be true. i figured she'd tear my heart out mid coitus and probably eat it

:sigh: i missed a great opportunity to die, and have sex, and with a memorable death story to boot.
(HalfwayHebrew, Thu 12 Oct 2006, 12:30, Reply)

To 'Let's all have an asbo'
Yeah i suppose it could be seen like that, its just i've been looking at the topic for a bit, and it feels like a fitting closure (for me to get this out of my mind).

I don't feel down about it so much anymore, if anything it feels good to get it public and out of my mind completely.

I appreciate you reading it though!

p.s. i've edited the bottom bit now to explain
(stomm, Thu 12 Oct 2006, 12:22, Reply)

Stomm
In your mind she doesn't exist but you still felt the need to write all that about her?
(Let's all have an asbo, Thu 12 Oct 2006, 12:14, Reply)

Be warned, this is long, but has a happy ending of sorts.
When i was 18 and at college, I met a girl who was pretty, easy going and a good laugh - ace i thought! The only dodgy point i could find is that she had a jekyll/hyde syndrome when it came to drink - she'd be this lovely, warm person and as soon as she was drunk she'd turn into a complete fucking nightmare. To me though her good points more than out-weighed it.

We went out for a long while having some really good times, when one night she came to the pub i was working at. She went out with a friend earlier on in the day and she was completely pissed. This wouldn't be so bad but she couldn't walk properly and she was being abusive.

She wanted a beer, i obviously couldn't serve her so i got her some water instead and got her to sit down, she kept getting back up and screaming what a cnut i was for not serving her. Thankfully and eventually some of my mates turned up and said they'd look after her and took her out of the pub. I said if she needs to get a taxi if someone could foot the bill and i'd square up when i finish.

When i finished i didn't get a phone call so i went straight home, i tried ringing her but it was just going straight to her answering machine. About 1am i got a phone call from her full of abuse and drunken gibberish, i tried calming her down as best as i could but eventually i had to end the call because it wasn't fair and i wasn't getting through - i'd done nothing wrong. It turns out she hadn't gone straight home, she'd gone to another pub, got pissed even more and wiped out her wages. All the while screaming at her mates that someone had robbed her. The poor sods still stuck her in a taxi and paid for it anyway.

About 3am i got another phone call from her mobile so i ignored it, it rang again so i answered ready for another torrent of abuse. It was her mum, she'd come in, argued with her mum and climbed (!) out of the window and run off. She asked me if she turned up at mine would i ring her and i said certainly, i doubt she would though given as she has no cash to get here.

The next morning i was organising a gig in the centre of town, so i had to go up to the next town to get some equipment. All the while i was texting her mates to let me know if she turns up at their doorstep or whatever. I get a phone call about 12 from her mate, they're in the city where they were due to meet (to shop) and she's there, in the same clothes, a bit cold and worse for wear but fine.

I felt better but i was worried about her, where she lived was in the sticks and the city was at least a good half an hours drive at least and she had fucked off at 3am with no money. I felt a bit weird, something didn't feel right but i was glad she was safe.

Later on that night i was at the gig sorting out the bands playing and she turned up looking rough. I found a quiet spot, I sat down with her and explained that i wasn't really chuffed at her abuse i got the previous night and the subsequent warning from my boss. She said she didn't remember properly but that she was sorry. I asked her how she got to the city and she said she hitchhiked and walked around for the rest of the time sobering up until meeting with her friends. I said that she could've been killed, I couldn't believe how things had got like that, I really cared for her and I was just so glad to see she was ok i just told her to forget it.

Time passed and everything was great, every so often there'd be the occasional drunk night but not as bad as that night at all. Then one night she came into the pub again with some friends and she was weirdly quiet. When she left she came up to the bar and told me she loved me before leaving, all a bit too weird - its hard to explain. Something wasn't right at all.

About 12:30am i get a phone call from her asking can we meet up the next day for a 'chat'. My mind was racing a bit, it felt like a break-up chat - "erm well, can't you tell me now what you want." - she wouldn't, she said she'd prefer to say in person. I said i wasn't in the mood to be messed around and did she want to break up. She went quiet, said no but there was something she wanted to tell me.
Eventually i got her to talk, my heart was in my stomach, i really didn't want her to break up with me.

She told me the while ago when she ran off and went to the 'city' (i want to say the name of the place but i want to maintain a degree of anonimity) - she did hitchhike her way there but prostituted herself as payment to the driver. She then had a bright idea of running away to another country and starting life anew with this unique career choice.

You know, its weird to explain but i'm sure there are a lot of people on here that must have felt this at one point - its like a fuse goes inside, not explodes, but like half the lights go out inside your body and you're not quite all there anymore.

I felt dead inside, not angry or upset just dead inside. I don't remember much after that i just remember asking her calmly to leave me alone for the night and i would talk to her the next day. I asked her why, and she said she didn't know, she said "it just seemed like a good idea." - i said "were you still drunk" - she said "no, i was sober then."

I didn't sleep, i went to work about 8am and just sat there (i wasn't working that day) and i text a friend of mine for help. She was the chef there and took me upstairs, i tried telling her about it and i lost it completely. I was hysterical, i was kicking cupboards and i just didn't know what to fucking do. Eventually i just went home and went to sleep. I came back out, told a few of my closer friends to explain why i was out of character and not with her and proceeded to get pissed.

I did meet up with her in the early evening, the dead feeling had come back and it was as if i didn't know her. She asked me if we could still stay together, because in her words "now i've told you you can forgive me because i've told you." - i said the only advantage to this situation is that no-one could fuck me mentally in such a way ever again, and that she needed mental help, she went off her head at that, i suppose securing she fact that she was a mentalist, and i just didn't see it.

I went out and had a 'time', i can't say good or bad because it was just needed. After that it contributed to my depression, i drank heavily, over the next couple of years i took anti-depressents all the while regretting that i couldn't have seen it before to help her. In my mind i couldn't get away from the idea that it couldn't be completely her fault and i must be to blame in some way. Anytime i saw her out though i'd just feel nauseuous and i'd go home.

The last time i saw her properly she was stood on the stairs in a venue and i was walking up, i only saw her at the last second and she looked at me, spat at me and called me a cnut for 'ruining her life'. I sat down with my mates, told them about it and that i wasn't bothered. I was, i was completely crushed.

Over time with help from friends and family i got out of my depression and away from the thoughts that i was to blame. I remember at the time not even talking to her friends about it to protect her afterwards subconciously. The funny thing is the mates she went to the pub with that night she told me decided it was too juicy to keep it a secret, so it was a combination of her doing it and them telling people that ruined her life, not me.

Now i'm 4 years older, i'm with an amazing girlfriend who treats me like i'm worth something. The friends and family i have are wonderful and fantastic supports, and when my depression does start to show it's head, with their help i keep it under control and lead a happy life.

My regret? It used to be that i felt i didn't see it sooner to help her, now, it might seem selfish but i wish i would've never met her in the first place. In my mind she doesn't exist. (edit : to explain 'doesn't exist' - i mean in the way that i don't think about it day to day or that i expect to see her around, this is the first time i've approached this subject in a long time, but it feels like a fitting closure to it, just because it happened so long ago and it doesn't hurt as much, i don't think it doesn't mean any less)

I apologise too about the lack of town names and city names, it felt good to get this off my chest but i'd still prefer a certain level of decorum about it.
(stomm, Thu 12 Oct 2006, 11:56, Reply)

Turkish Delight
I am a Turkish waiter. recently I had carnal relations with an English girl. I am very promiscuous and have had many women. But recently my male member has withered to the size and texture of a walnut and I am unable to pleasure a lady. My doctor says I must face a life of celibacy or risk a shameful existence of people laughing at my shrunken nugget. I regret that I was such a nasty man.
(frankspencer, Thu 12 Oct 2006, 11:20, Reply)

p0zitr0n
I really regret I'm not able to help you with your slapper of a a wife. Vengence against the man in question would be a bit pointless - I mean, he's Turkish *and* a waiter - what the hell could I do to him to make his life any worse.

No mate - he's not the problem here - your wife is. Her reasons for shagging him will always remain her own but I can tell you something for nowt. You did nothing wrong. She precipitated this, not you. You didn't drive her to shagging someone, she did that all by herself because she's a greedy, selfish bitch who is probably revelling in the pain she's causing you.

There's no fixing this mate. Stay with her and she'll realise that she can shag whoever she likes and then blame you for her actions. Tell her to fuck off. Cut your losses, kick her out (or move out) and start your life again. Millions of us have done it and are now happier than we were when we were trapped in a loveless, abusive, relationship. Best way to really put her through the wringer is to dump her and then go on to build hugely better life without her.

Courage mate and trust me in this. Once the initial pain of the break-up is over, life really does start to get better.

Cheers
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Thu 12 Oct 2006, 10:55, Reply)

This...
Well the thing i regret most is reading this question of the week. In the past i have thought myself a confident lover with no worries regarding erectile issues. However, after reading about the number of people who have stumbled upon these problems whilst in the midst of dirty sex with gorgeous girls has caused me to think...when is it my turn!!! Damn you people and your mini hang up's for now i live in fear of being with (input hot celebrity's name, possibly Cristina Aguilera, cause she looks filth) and me because i am bound to meet someone like that, being overcome with a major dose of the floppiness!!!

Thanks people!!
(Bernie, Thu 12 Oct 2006, 10:41, Reply)

pozitron
the way forward: get yerself a dose, pass it to herself, THEN dump the bitch... & claim he gave it to her-she gave it to you etc.
gaining bonus points & revenge all the way
or don't.
(mickturate if i could be arsed i'd be bored, Thu 12 Oct 2006, 10:40, Reply)

p0zitr0n
i know someone who could probably arrange it.

and i'm sure legless would do it for a small fee?!
( rachelswipe with a fork, Thu 12 Oct 2006, 10:12, Reply)

Pozitron
Pozitron! Thats the sadest thing I've ever heard! That Karma crap! He'll probably stub his toe!

Get shot of the slut and forgett about her! She's obviously a bitch!

As for him death comes to us all, just hope it finds him in a nasty way before it finds you.
(Cammelfanny, Thu 12 Oct 2006, 10:08, Reply)

p0zitr0n
Yep, totally agree with inflateable.

Get shot of her. As quick as.
It's the best way to get on with your life and not feel like shit.

Been there too... Far Far happier now :)
(maceie, Thu 12 Oct 2006, 9:22, Reply)

i regret
not storming the castle of the furher and making him change the qotw earlier than thursday this week. this has been the most depressing one since i became a b3tard
(cs192 is sucking on a Koala at, Thu 12 Oct 2006, 2:26, Reply)

Grr?
My first dance ever. My parents apparently found it OK to ship away a 14 year old girl with a head full of dirty to camp for a month or two, and there I was. Said dance was on a college campus with plenty of romantic little alcoves... and my most recent object of adoration asked if he could walk me there. I ran off to 'get my keys' (classic!) and hid in the toilets until the morning light.

And then I found him with a hand down my roommate's pants.
Male roommate.
Brother.
DAMN DAMN DAMN.
(Cyndia has shuriken in her pompoms, Thu 12 Oct 2006, 1:53, Reply)

Generally...
Not spending enough time with some of the people I like the most, and spending entirely too much time with people I don't care about that much.
(Ennui Kissinger, Thu 12 Oct 2006, 1:20, Reply)

Regrets...
Paul Kelly's leaving party...final slow dance song...Anna Davis standing waiting for someone to ask her to dance...me standing waiting to get the bollocks to ask her to dance...song ends...I go home...Anna goes home...

Six years later I told Anna of that regret, found out she'd have totally said 'yes'. Snogged her at new year's one year, apparently, I was so drunk I don't remember.
(Fuiru Sting, where is thy death?, Thu 12 Oct 2006, 0:12, Reply)

damn
i told my freind to cut my hair for me.. very bad idea i had a mushroom head after that. i dont like him he is a cock and i will burn him alive if i see him again.


YAY 1st post
(guruman, Wed 11 Oct 2006, 22:49, Reply)

i regret
not going to work for the last 3 days so i can entertain myself with everything on this site.

i don't regret spending the last 72 hours laughing my cock off, the money i threw away doing so or the weeping sores i got from not moving, i only regret that i've seen it all and now i'm fucking bored
(studdley ruffrod no crack too slack, Wed 11 Oct 2006, 21:38, Reply)

pozitron..
This is in no way slagging you off, I've been there too...but stop being so fucking reasonable, get some self-respect.

Then kill the waiter and leave your wife.

Good luck mate.
(inflateable, Wed 11 Oct 2006, 19:57, Reply)

I REALLY REGRET
not being able to watch the drubbing England are having at the mo, 2-0 down at the mo, cmon!!!!

I know Wales are shit, so it's fun to see the England get a good beating every once in a while.
( Jeccius Steam Borderlands 2 junkie, Wed 11 Oct 2006, 19:33, Reply)

The last couple of weeks.
I really regret that my wife fucked a Turkish waiter while on holiday on her own in Istanbul a few weeks ago, according to her an unconventional way of putting the oomph back into our relationship.

I have found myself regretting that I don't have enough evil, money or opportunity to arrange for the guy to be quietly killed.

I very much regret having these terrible thoughts, and also for the time I've wasted feeling so damn cut up about what happened that I find myself just crying.

I also regret that I must have precipitated all this.

Fortunately, I believe in karma, and if the guy who had the choice to do, or not do it, feels even some of my pain in due course, let alone the prescribed double dose, then good. And part of me regrets hoping for that, because it's an unevolved position on my part.

Apologies for length, the rawness makes it easier to push it out long and thin rather than short and fat.
(p0zitr0n - phunarmically charged particle, detected at, Wed 11 Oct 2006, 18:57, Reply)

Quantas
Flying from LA to New Zealand. Fucking awful journey, takes 14 years. Sat in the middle between 2 big fat yanks who are talking over me all night. 8 hrs in and I'm ready to do anything to get off the plane. I don't care if we're over the sea. All I want to do is lie down with my legs outstretched for a few minutes. I get up and try and lie down in the bulkhead. Hostess tells me I cant do that. The. Last. Fucking. Straw. I wanted off.

The bit I regret:

Me: "If i told you I had a bomb, would you land the fucking plane."

People who overheard actually screamed. The next 6 hours were a blur. I was physically restrained by big fat yanks from earlier, the pilot came to talk to me. All the hostess were telling me off. People actually threw stuff at me. On arrival, i was escorted off the plane by - 9, yes NINE armed police. I left Auckland airport 44 hours later. How I got no charges I dont know. All I could think of was Thai prisons for some reason.

I am not allowed on Quantas ever again. Which actually suits me, cos they're the worst fucking airline on the planet (after Ryanair).
( I have run out of coke is a little sweaty, Wed 11 Oct 2006, 18:37, Reply)

Possibly not being nice to my mother when I was little
Now we just barely get on :(
( Methylene Blue - electrohead, Wed 11 Oct 2006, 18:23, Reply)

Regrettable, but only just
Slept with a colleagues' girlfriend after she'd got really drunk and made a pass at me. I don't really regret this bit as he'd borrowed a fair bit of money off me and never paid it back. The regret is that I was woken up in the night by his girlfriend (gently slumbering beside me) who had treated me to some unexpected and (on her part) unintentional watersports. Dirty, drunk, weak-bladdered bitch!
(Euan Oos-army Josh, dad's found your scooter!, Wed 11 Oct 2006, 18:11, Reply)

Punching out an arsehole
I regret not punching a guy in the face who did me out of a fair sum of money.
The smug arsehole may think he's got away with it, but one day I shall take my terrible revenge........
(Zuffle farts silently in lifts then leaves the warm aroma, Wed 11 Oct 2006, 17:43, Reply)