I am convinced that there should be a time limit, age limit, or quota for stupidity in one’s lifetime. Enough is enough! I’ll be 36 in 26 days and I still astound myself with the amount of stupid decisions I make. Often, I have the deepest desire to travel back in time and kick myself in the butt. I mean, really knock some sense into myself. Sometimes, I want to travel back years–other times, just minutes.
There’s an amount of shame that comes with bad decisions, too. Some people do something dumb and get over it immediately. Not me. My shame will go away for a while, and return when I least expect it…. reminds me of 80s fashion; some trends have returned that should have disappeared long ago.