I'm not a fan of regret.
Not because of this: "I don't regret anything because everything that's happened has made me who I am today."
That answer is a crock of shit. There are a million and one ways my life could be better or worse of. The universe of possibilities is so explosive I give myself a migraine just thinking about it. Every time I hear someone parrot the above line, I want to stab myself in the eye. But moving on...
I'm not a fan of regret because it involves a fair amount of sitting around and feeling sorry for yourself.
But hey, I'm human. (Shocking, I know.)
And sometimes I sit around feeling sorry for myself.
This event is usually triggered by a beautifully written story or song.
In fact, I have a whole host of songs on my playlist designed to get me into a regret frame of mine so I can write about some character's pansy ass emotions.
Here are my top songs to get in the mood:
Go ahead. Sit back. Hit Play. Feel shame and sorrow for your life's choices. What else are you going to do on Hump Day?