wst february 16. lesson learned.

lesson learned.


If I keep repeating my mistakes, does that mean I haven’t actually learned any lessons?

Maybe the lessons I’ve learned are ones that don’t matter because that time in my life has passed. Like the one where I wasn’t truly in love when I got married—the one where I believed people who told me fairy tales and soulmates weren’t real. I learned that lesson. But it doesn’t matter because I’ll never be in that situation again.


(I love when Lucy uses The Smiths’ lyrics to communicate.)

I thought I learned my lesson involving my moods and bringing other people down. The lesson being: hide my feelings so no one will know I’m not okay, therefore, not bringing anyone down. As it turns out, I’m not a good faker, and everyone could see right through me so there was no point. I think I learned the wrong lesson.

On a lighter note, there was this one time in college when I was not in my right mind (mild substance use of the botanical variety). A friend and I got a pizza and ate the whole thing, just the two of us. Then we sent someone out to get us a dozen donuts, and we ate all of those, too. I will never be doing that again. Lesson learned. And that lesson is: next time, skip the pizza.


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I need to spread my love out amongst all my men. I think some of them were feeling neglected. Lesson learned.

p.s. — Also, never, under any circumstances, even if you are in college like I was, do ten tequila shots in one night. To this day, I can’t go near the stuff. Just the smell makes me queasy. Definintely learned my lesson on that one.


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Sandra is a writer, blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Italy, but she would settle for a non-oceanfront home in Italy, too. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
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2 Responses to wst february 16. lesson learned.

  1. Carol anne says:

    Eek! 10 shots of takila? Ouch!
    I wouldn’t be able to drink it either if I did that!
    😀

    Liked by 1 person

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