There are a lot of regrets that people carry with them for, in some cases, the entirety of their lives. I am not saying that everything should be shared with the world; however living with the knowledge that you are responsible for something and not doing anything to fix it can be fatal. In some cases you may even be wrong. How great would that be? Then there are the people who are very much responsible for their regrets, guilt etc. Screw you guys, you dug your hole. Now grab a latter, climb out and join the rest of us in pretending there's nothing wrong. Then there are those of us who are not responsible for the burden we carry, are aware of this, and still carry it. For us, we have two options. Suck it up and smile, or make the world feel bad for us and thrive off of the pity thrown at our feet. Personally, I feel the former is a much safer approach. Then you don't have to deal with the whole 'self-pity isn't healthy' thing. No, heroine is not healthy. Self-pity is a result of too much attention and the need for more, or the complete and total non-existence of said attention.

Recently I had become aware of a situation where I was nothing more than an observer. By this I mean that I was not involved in what was happening and any issues I had were secondary at most. The situation continued and I became increasingly aware that even though I was not directly effected, someone very close to me was. So I decided to rethink my involvement. This was the moment in my life where i stood up and realized that I was doing something terrible, with the best intentions. Intentions that at the moment, I felt were justifiable and there would be no argument from the other end.

Isn't it funny how even though sometimes you can be one hundred and ten percent sure about something and still get dirt kicked in your face. Just like having a pair of aces on the table and just as you begin to float away, a second pair of twos are set down and your luxury flight becomes that unlucky duck hit by the very lucky hunter. Isn't life just one big great slap in the face.

Ehem, so before I so rudely interrupted myself with a tangent none of us really needed to hear. I was saying that the intentions I had laid before myself were being pillaged and raped by the reactions of the person I had set out to liberate from their unknown situation of badness. In the end, my decision led me to crash and burn and ultimately lose a good friend. Although for the moment it is just one, I fear that after some time has lapsed, there will be more.

So I write this in warning for all you impulsive people. Doing the right thing is always bad. When you get the urge to do good. Slap yourself, and smoke weed.