Hey Pandas, What Is Your Biggest Regret? (Ended)

My biggest regret is not running away with my best friends, Rowan and James.

James ran away because he was abused by his 'old-fashioned' family. His family was quite formal, strict, and against anything they deemed unnatural. He was disowned because he was 'too disobedient, rash, and improper.' So, he ran away. (Basically think of Sirius Black from Harry Potter)

Rowan ran away because he had no one to go to when his parents died in a car crash. He didn't want to go to an orphanage. He also ran away because he was gay, and was picked on for it.

Rowan and James were quite different from each other. Rowan was shy, bookish, responsible, and afraid to show people he was gay. Girls absolutely adored his shy cuteness (tall, thin, and wears sweaters, what more can you ask for?), so he forced himself to go out with several of them.

James was loud, 'punk rock' (his words, not mine), irresponsible, and not afraid to show the world who he was. I've heard girls (and a few boys) gush about how hot he was (not gonna lie, he was a looker) and if he'd date them. He never did date anyone.

An unlikely match, am I right?

But they loved each other. I know they would do anything for each other. But, it's that utter devotion to each other that could get them caught.

If I had gone with them, I'd know where they were. I'd know if they were safe, fed, and happy. I would know if they were alive.

My biggest regret is not running with them. And for that, I failed as a friend.

Ooo, tough one. I had to think about it for a second, but my biggest regret is that in middle school I let my friends push me around a lot and every fight we had they managed to turn around on me and convince me it was my fault, even if it wasn't, and I let them. It caused me a lot of self-doubts in my abilities and worth as a human being.

Breaking up with Sue. I miss her to this day (35 years later)

Pushing away my first ever best friend. We were attached at the hip for four years until I developed depression. Through bad coping and a few other unfortunate circumstances (being abused by a different friend, falling in love with someone who wasn't good for me, and a lotta other stuff) I ended up never talking to her again. I was a shitty person to her during those last few months and while what I was going through doesn't really excuse my behavior, I wish I could find her again and talk it out. I think I'm a better person now, or at least growing to be, and I want to apologize for the way things turned out.

My biggest regret is from the school period of my life (elementary, middle and high school).
I was costantly bullied because I was "the quiet one" and the one without any friends in my class.
I never told them what I thought of them. Never reacted.
This gave me a serious depression with suicidal thoughts.
I still have them sometimes.
Now I would punch them on their stupid faces so hard to make them stop if I had another chance.

My biggest regret would mostly be not really paying attention to who I was around. meaning i got in a lot of fights. but another one would be mostly my attitude to my parents when i was younger, My life would be a lot more different if I was more honest and obedient.

Not being aware about how i made people feel, I'm still working on it.

Not starting therapy sooner

Not finishing my education.

I regret the way I left my ex-fiancé. We were five months from being married and I realized that I didn’t want to be married to her. She had been nothing but wonderful to me, but I was not as happy with the situation as I thought I should be. She deserved to be with someone more committed to her than I was capable of being. So I left her.

I don’t regret leaving her by any means. What I regret is the pain I caused her. She didn’t deserve to be blindsided by my decision. After 25 years, it’s my biggest source of shame.

I hope she’s happy and I hope if we were ever to speak again she’d be able to forgive me.

I had the opportunity to transfer to another store because there two
people wanted to date & they couldn't work in the same store
and have a relationship.
At the time I was well established in my comfort zone, I liked all the
people I worked with and I even though it would have been slightly
closer to my house, I thought it was a silly reason to completely disrupt
my said zone.

It's now a year and a half later, almost all those people I liked are gone,
the last one I can guarantee won't last long, the white trash
homeless meth heads, shoplifters & entitled assholes have almost
broken me and if I had the opportunity to leave now, all you'd see is a
cartoon outline of myself as it slowly fades away w/ the sounds of
footsteps receding in the distance.

I've been looking for other transfers ever since but nothing has been
coming up other than stores that are miles away from my current one.

One of my biggest regrets is that I have a really hard time standing up for myself, I’m working on it though. I’m starting to get better.

Smelling a durain

I've made mistakes and experienced very painful things. Everything else in life I consider a lesson that helped me grow. But the one thing I will regret forever is going to private college and letting myself get suckered into $65,000 worth of student loan debt for an English Bachelor's Degree.

I have trouble talking to people about how I feel. I had a crush on this guy and spent a lot of time together but it never really escalated above the friend zone. WE were young so he didn't quite understand what it meant when his dad died. Then he moved away. I saw him a while ago and he had just gotten a Girlfriend. I believe that if I would have told him, we might have had a chance.
I'm getting better. I have opened up to some of my friends, but I still struggle sometimes.

That I waited so long to tell my mother I’d been assaulted. I wasted so much of my childhood scared of what kind of help she’d “force” me into. The worst part is that It’s my own damn fault.

Getting a google chromebook and installing zoom also how do you let people add there own responses @bossy

being a jerk to my boyfriend because he was a jerk to me.he broke up with me the day after halloween 2 years ago and were friends now but i think about what could have been(I'm in 8th grade) and hes in the same school and we have 3 classes together and it makes me want to cry everytime i see him.

I regret being afraid of what people thought of me. Specifically when my friend (she's amazing, though lots of people think shes odd) needed me, and I didn't help because I was afraid of being considered a weird person. We're still friends, but there are so many times where I wish I wasn't such a pushover.

Giving in to my urges to eat or not eat thanks to my depression. Luckily, I'm at a healthy weight.