Regrets, a partial list

I briefly dated a guy from Scruff who seemed very sweet. I broke it off because he was extremely allergic to cats and I couldn't see it working since I have 2, and he moved to Japan a couple months later anyway, but I really liked him and I regret breaking it off. The cat thing was probably an cover for insecurities anyway. C.W., it was truly my loss.

I've had an on again, off again thing with a handsome artist that seems like it might be stuck permanently on off again, and even though we were frequently talking past each other and ghosting each other constantly, I regret somehow not making it work. He was beautiful and an amazing painter and once again my insecurities probably got the better of me. Alas. I didn't really try and it is again my loss.

I have a story idea about once a day and I never write any of them. Not all fo them are gold, but I'm never going to be an actually decent writer until I work through being a pretty bad writer. last night's though was time travel envisioned as a fully 3-D space once you're there, where multiple versions of you can co-exist, where travel in these coordinates is travel through time, but not space, you'll still re-emerge in the same spot when you leave. Maybe in that 2-d space only 1-d travel is time travel and lateral movement is dimension hopping. Maybe you look sideways to wave at the next version of yourself, as you like to do, and see down the long line of alternate yous something coming for all of you.

Or maybe you just have an old fashioned diving suit that travels through time, with only a thin tube of air connecting you back to the present.

Anyway, regrets. I haven't made any progress at all on job problems in like a decade. I haven't even put a resume together yet. i think sooner or later the universe will force me to act in a panic on that front and I'll regret not having done it earlier. I pre-regret that.

I would like to be in better shape but depression still has the better of me. I regret not prioritizing my health. And like, my hygiene (gross).

I regret I could not do more for my cat as he was dying. I hope there is a cat afterlife and he is happy there. I have asked Bastet to watch over him, but who knows if she exists or what she chooses to do with her time. I like to think she is kind to cats at least.

I regret being a 43-year-old man who seems to have figured very little of adult life out. I worry that I am going to die this clueless and unhappy. I would regret that too.

I am hopeful to someday be a person that takes more assertive action and has fewer regrets. I have more or less wasted the last 20 years and friends, I experience some regret over that.

This has been a partial list of my overwhelming list of regrets.