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Non, je ne regrette rien
No, I don't regret anything. That's not true at all. When I feel the urge to escape, I think about all those places that I could have visited, the invitations I should have accepted, and the friends I would have gone to see. Those options have expired.
Mary Sue invited me to Alaska. Call of the wild. I thought about visiting but didn't have the opportunity. Two years later, in her latest e-mail, she wrote that she has returned to Houston.
Grace invited me to her wedding in Las Vegas, another place I've yet visited. She was marrying a medical doctor. The cuisine was French. It was summer 2002, and I wasn't in the mood to travel to the US.
Trish invited me to Victoria, Canada. She forgot to mention,"Don't wait too long." A year later, she's returned to Ireland. How I would have loved to visit the island next to the big continent and then hop over to Alaska to see Mary Sue.
Ida invited me to visit her in Shanghai, the place where my father grew up. When I finally found the time, she had moved to Boston. I have yet to visit Shanghai.
Giovanni invited me to southern Italy. Ahti invited me to Helsinki. How long will these options last?
4 January 2005 Tuesday
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Post-decisional regret
Fear of regret
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