In Atheneum 5, I wrote an essay that I thought was nuanced. My classmates disagreed. Thirty years later, I barely remember the essay itself, but I still remember the aftermath. A story about communication, guilt, interpretation, and the memories that end up in permanent storage.
Tag: self-reflection
Etched in Regret
I have so many regrets, in so many different situations. Situations I didn’t read properly, or where I missed certain social cues. Situations where I said something really inappropriate, offending someone in the process. Or the exact opposite — not saying or doing something when I absolutely should have. Again letting people down.