One time I was testing a rocket engine I was making and I spilled a flammable substance on my hand yet I was to caught up in my Physics equation for how the engine would respond I barely noticed (I thought my hand was sweaty or something). I lit a match and burned my entire hand, I don't really feel extreme heat or cold so I suffered little pain but had that been my pants.... O.O And I noticed this after I was washing my hands that I did spill some on my pants, thank God it did not light on fire. I was a bit pist off at myself for doing that to myself and I am trying still to this day not to do that.
I remember a similar thread a few weeks ago, but I can't be bothered searching.
Well, I didn't workout for all of 2011, which made me physically unfit and disgusted with myself. But I started back up in the beginning of summer and I feel much better.
I have a Police Scanner (actually, I monitor the Fire Dept. more then the Police, so I guess it's a Fire Scanner) that I take with me whenever I leave the house. It gives me the benefit to know where the fire dept. is going, and what their doing.
One day, my sister and brother in-law asked me if I could help them finish moving into their new house. This was the first (and only) time I ever left the scanner at home. I could have kicked myself when a fire truck came, and stopped, right next door to my sisters new house.
I still cannot believe that the fire dept. stopped that close to my location, and I didn't know what was going on. I beat myself up over that for about a week.
The thing that has bothered me most in life is one of regret actually... =/
At the age of 11, I was asked by a girl whether she could kiss me, but I was afraid at the time and declined... I've been mentally strangling myself eversince! (o.O)
P.s. and to those young kids wondering why I was so old when that happened... I'm talking about 1987 and those days, being 11 years old and receiving your first kiss was considered VERY young around here! Just to clarify...
At the age of 11, I was asked by a girl whether she could kiss me, but I was afraid at the time and declined... I've been mentally strangling myself eversince! (o.O)
I can understand that, I would mentally strangle myself to actually. No, actually I wouldn't be mentally strangling myself, I might be beating myself up a bit more then that. One time I wanted to ask a girl out and I didn't cause I was afraid as well, I was mad at myself about that for more then 7 years. I got over it eventually but it still made me mad at myself cause I later found out from a friend that she liked me.... epic fail on my part.
My biggest regret in high school was not talking to girls. I was so afraid of rejection (I had a lot of experience with it) that eventually I basically just stopped talking to girls altogether, with the exception of the ones that I was friends with and had no interest in pursuing a relationship with.
I look back and wonder to myself, what could I have possibly lost by talking to these girls I didn't talk to?
the catch: i was blindfolded, going backwords, and on one foot.
the reward: this girl i liked said she would date me if i got it on camera (another problem)
the connection: i ended up falling down half way through, destroying the camera and almost breaking my wrist. so, the girl didnt believe me when i said i tried. long story short, it was a fail i will never forget.
Well, I didn't workout for all of 2011, which made me physically unfit and disgusted with myself. But I started back up in the beginning of summer and I feel much better.
This reminds me of a time a few years back when I didn't play basket ball for an entire year and when I started again, it took me like 1 hour to get 15 shots. I was soooo mad at myself that I trained every day for a few months to get back to where I started.
That's one shot every four minutes. How frequently did you take these shots? Even with no prior basketball training it would be hard to miss that frequently.
I've done a few things in my life that I've regretted in the past, but I've since realized that I can't get angry at the past, because everything I've ever done has contributed to where I am now, and I'm perfectly happy with where I'm at now. =)
Well back in 9th grade this really pretty girl used to like me, exempt she wasn't pretty at the time, so i didn't really pay a lot of attention to her. Recently, she got a lot more attractive, and i mean ALOT more attractive and yeah i should've been a little smarter.
