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This one made me think....

Memories suck! The bad ones are bad, and the good ones are worse! I would love to be able to forget.
Do it over again?? No thanks, I’m looking forward to the end.
 
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Yeah?
I wonder how many of us have regrets versus those that are content with their choices.
Choices we made in the past are the foundation of what we are today.
I used to have a lot of regrets on some bad choices I made early on, now I thank God for getting me through them and making me better than I was then.
On a more laughable note, I awoke from in my recliner ( unintended nap) to a Hartford Insurance commercial that had a guy I remembered from a tv show in my youth who was very grayed, wrinkles about his face talking to a Chinese guy wishing him a happy birthday. He continued on to let the guy know he now qualified for Hartford car insurance which discounts drivers 50 and up...subsequently sponsored by AARP. I have not felt old, I knew I was getting there, but this commercial just crushed my ego...I'm 51 and still felt pretty cool, pretty fit, active and never thought of myself as old...what a kick in the crotch!!!!
 
I wanted to add this on to the end of my last post.
A feeling that was so awesome that I’d like to relive it, every day.
I’m driving my then teenage daughter to soccer practice.
I’m in the wrong lane, I have to turn around and go in the other lane, other direction to drop her off so that she doesn’t have to cross traffic on foot. The entire block is taken up by cars dropping kids off for practice.
There’s a space of about twenty feet between two cars beside me, in the opposite lane. Without thinking I crank the wheel and punch the gas. I burn a perfect 180 and slide sideways into the spot. Perfectly, and I mean perfectly. My kid looked at me with such awe, it was great. Every soccer mom was thinking of me the next time she had sex. It was ******* amazing, and I could never pull that off that perfectly again.
 
When I think of "going back", my thoughts are more of a fly on the wall to observe rather than to change.
Understandable - it would be a safer thing to observe rather than participate, I imagine a head shrink
would say.
There can be extreme cases where it isn't so safe, though - but that's a story I cannot tell in "public",
I'm afraid. Very few have been told it, in fact - but nonetheless, it happened.
 
I wanted to add this on to the end of my last post.
A feeling that was so awesome that I’d like to relive it, every day.
I’m driving my then teenage daughter to soccer practice.
I’m in the wrong lane, I have to turn around and go in the other lane, other direction to drop her off so that she doesn’t have to cross traffic on foot. The entire block is taken up by cars dropping kids off for practice.
There’s a space of about twenty feet between two cars beside me, in the opposite lane. Without thinking I crank the wheel and punch the gas. I burn a perfect 180 and slide sideways into the spot. Perfectly, and I mean perfectly. My kid looked at me with such awe, it was great. Every soccer mom was thinking of me the next time she had sex. It was ******* amazing, and I could never pull that off that perfectly again.
That's freakin' awesome. :thumbsup:
We practiced that very move in high school a lot in the school parking lot - we called it the "Starsky Slide".
Tore up a few tires and even a rim or two doing it, but what a freakin' blast. :)
 
I read this several years ago and thought it pretty well summed up how I try and live my life.

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As I get closer to the time to meet my Maker, I think of a quote from Dave Duffy, he wrote for Field and Stream, "As we age life becomes like the tag end of an inheritance, the less we have left, the more we want to hang on to it".
I only regret not spending more time with my family whom have passed. A life well lived to it's fullest is when you write the undertaker a bad check
 
My wife says that getting old sucks. I tell her that the second you stop getting older is the worst day of your life. I've never took the future for granted, you never know what will happen at anytime. I have always planned for the future and hoped I'd get there. Live for today and tomorrow and the future will take care of it's self.
For the few of us that are on the leading edge of the Baby Boomers, just think of this: We were born in the 1st half of the last century and we are currently 21% into what we used to call " The next Century ". I'm very happy to still be on the green side of the grass, but very aware that nobody gets out of here alive.
 
We are all the sum of our choices.

Good or bad. All of our choices have made us what we are.

Do I regret any of my choices ? No. No I don't.
I can't change my past but I help my children with their future. My parents were good solid people but didn't do much to prepare my brother and I for the future. They would guide us through the moment at hand.
Later in life my father did mold our future and my children's future. He left my brother and I a large piece of property instead of selling it. We plan to leave it to our children.

I have had a few brushes with death. I have looked at it straight in the eye. Your own demise will change a person's outlook on things.
My health isn't the greatest for a man my age. I am very thankful for every single day.

I have accepted the fact that I'll never do a lot of things that I want to do. My time is short.

My advise is to do whatever it is that you want to do NOW.

Eat the cake. Dance. Travel much. Tell everyone that you love them. Help someone in need.
 
I would not wish to change anything bad or good from my past.
Both have shaped me and our family. I am very proud of my kids and grandkids.
I've had a wife who stuck with me now for 44 years through thick and thin.
I have no way to know how many hrs , days ,ect I have left on this earth but I do know I wish to not waste any time thinking or wondering about what could have been but choose to look forward.
Some day the good lord will call me to the line.
I just hope I have more good deeds done than bad.
 
To borrow from an earlier post.........

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This is how I'm trying to live now. And you know what? It's hard as hell. 40+ years from when things went in the crapper, is a lot of mess to break free from. I don't feel suicidal, not even the slightest bit, but there are days I'm tired of trying to figure out how to make change and I end up feeling so done.
 
To borrow from an earlier post.........

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This is how I'm trying to live now. And you know what? It's hard as hell. 40+ years from when things went in the crapper, is a lot of mess to break free from. I don't feel suicidal, not even the slightest bit, but there are days I'm tired of trying to figure out how to make change and I end up feeling so done.


I was where you’re at, a long time ago.
We’ve been talking about the good memories, here is probably my worst. I’ll explain how it fits into all this, later.
Some bad **** had just gone down. Very bad, unexpected, betrayal.
I’m on a third floor balcony. It’s pouring rain, pitch black darkness. I was soaking wet, sobbing because I had just realized that jumping three stories onto soaking wet lawn probably wouldn’t kill me, it would just **** me up real bad. That’s what upset me.
And yet I wouldn’t change even that event, because it was the beginning of a change in my life and circumstances that brought me to where I am now. I would go through some tough times yet, but I was slowly learning.
I’m amazed and shake my head even today; I was upset that I couldn’t kill myself.
What a ******* boneheadI was.
It wasn’t that I wanted to die, as such, I needed things to slow down so that I could catch up.
 
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Today can always become tomorrow's fond memories. You just have to make it happen.
 
Memories suck! The bad ones are bad, and the good ones are worse! I would love to be able to forget.
Do it over again?? No thanks, I’m looking forward to the end.
Huh? You should get some help, friend.
There is no shame in it.
 
I have frequent conversations with 16 year old me.
(I was quite mature and worldly at 16)

We're good.
 
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