last friday i made what some may think of as a bad, spur-of-the-moment decision. in looking back, it was. definitely. no two ways about it. and in the end it didn't even get me to my expected result. besides a good story to tell about 2 pit bulls the size of small horses and a creepy guy lying on a bed, i had no takeaways of any kind. well, except my life. sounds bad, right? well, trust me, it was.
revelations of bad decisions hit like freight trains. all of sudden a deep intake of air is held on the realization that it could have ended a lot differently than it did. and then comes the thought, well why didn't it?
yet, for all of those sudden epiphanies, bad decisions still happen. that's life. we're human and therefore shall error.
the friday happening made me sit back and think about other bad decisions(made both quickly and not so quickly) i have made so far in this life. and though a handful were quite humbling, some were less so. but hey, just as important.
like thus:
-letting my mom talk me in to a short haircut when i was 9. "here's a ticket for the little fella". yeah, i'll leave it at that.
-roaming up and down the aisles of safeway while in college in search of "cupcake mix" (i still contend it would have made millions). though the looking for cupcake mix wasn't all that disastrous, asking the cute safeway boy (who was in my film theory class at the time) was a wee bit cringe-worthy.
-accidentally walking in to the men's restroom. okay, this has happened twice. but in both occurrences, i was weary and i really had to pee.
-buying the Lit album. it was a weak moment.
-going to see the double feature of "leaving las vegas" and "dead man walking". took me months to recover.
-buying those ugly shoes. all of them.
-wearing the triple layer socks (all different in color) while in elementary school. while some may argue i was too young to notice, i still believe i wasn't too young to care. those photos of "twin day" still haunt me.
-the side ponytail. this ties with scrunchies and the banana clip.
-cutting the finger on the right hand not a mere 5 minutes after i sliced one on the left hand with the same knife. but man was that casserole delicious.
-having the 3rd martini, 4th beer or 6th shot. consequences, all.
and yet, in the end, it all could have been worse. and it has all defined my path (even the socks) so i'm grateful.
i'll tell you though, that short haircut thing still stings.
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