Funnily enough I'm in the same scenario, but I don't regret a damn thing. I spent my life doing what I enjoy. And in the event my life would abruptly come to an end, regret would be pointless. We all choose to do what we want to do. Unless of course said sudden death was my own fault, in that case I would fully regret causing it.BathorysGraveland2 said:Well, I've spent the grand majority of my life sitting in my damn room, due to a combination of social anxiety/phobia and lazyness.
This is exactly my story.BathorysGraveland2 said:Well, I've spent the grand majority of my life sitting in my damn room, due to a combination of social anxiety/phobia and lazyness. You could certainly say I'd have regrets. Not experiencing anything, never getting any kind of employment. No social life. Et cetera. Not that I'm complaining, as I'm currently in the slow but sure process of getting myself mentally sorted out and fixing this, but if I were to die tonight? Yeah, I'd be pretty fucking ashamed.
This. How anyone is not trembling in fear at the possibility, however tiny, that there is an eternal afterlife is something I cannot understand. At the moment of death I can only imagine that fear will be amplified to infinity.game-lover said:And most importantly, I'm just plain fucking scared of dying.
I could've written this myself, comrade, with the one change being I feed old people sometimes for money. Pretty disappointing life.BathorysGraveland2 said:Well, I've spent the grand majority of my life sitting in my damn room, due to a combination of social anxiety/phobia and lazyness. You could certainly say I'd have regrets. Not experiencing anything, never getting any kind of employment. No social life. Et cetera. Not that I'm complaining, as I'm currently in the slow but sure process of getting myself mentally sorted out and fixing this, but if I were to die tonight? Yeah, I'd be pretty fucking ashamed.