What Is Psychology?

Me

Can a word hold power? Can it represent an action, a feeling, or a life? In my circumstance it can. In fact it has almost a mind of its own. This word sprouted legs, and began to dance. It does the cha-cha, the boogie, and some times funky chicken. But the dancing didn't start until I was about seventeen. It was then when it slowly began to waltz and dramatically pick up pace. I guess your wondering what it is that's dancing around in my head. It's regret. Regret is a small but powerful word. A word I had spoken before, new the meaning, but had never felt the true essence.

"People" use excuses like "I was young and stupid"Ð'... but I was young and unaware. Seventeen, I was lanky, quiet, and "unknown". I had the shape of a twelve year old boy, with out an ounce of fat on my body. So of course like most girls of that character portrayed on TV, hated my body. I was not popular with the boys, and the cheerleaders made fun of me. I had "friends" of all kinds. I didn't sit on the floor with the Goths, or buy my lunch with the drama people, or sit with athletes. People at my lunch table consisted of a variety of everyone. We ate our lunches from paper bags, lunch boxes, or whatever we had at the moment. There was the editor of the yearbook, class president, student council president, a few band people, an athlete, a boy later to become gay, and there was me. I made pretty good grades, never skipped class that my parents weren't behind, and never got in trouble.

It's not until now, years later that I realize the actions and events I was regretting are those that brought me to the person I am now. And given the chance to change everything possible, I would without a second thought, not change it for the world. So now the essence of regret has crossed my mind only to exit quickly.