Many say you learn from your mistakes. If that is true, why do people make the same mistakes over and over?
This weekend, I did what I usually do in a situation where I’m uncomfortable and afraid of the outcome: I ran away from the problem. I couldn’t tell you exactly how many times I’ve done this, but it’s enough to make me look like a wuss who is too afraid of life and its actions.
What I did this weekend was a cowardly and selfish act. In the end, all I did was end up hurting other people; most importantly, my best friend. Since last night, it’s been bothering me that I didn’t step up and actually talk to her one-on-one (always go with your first instinct).
I’m sure there are other people who are angry at me, or even downright pissed. I don’t blame them.
So, what happened to moving out for a week? Well, I’d explain here, but before I say anything, there’s someone I need to talk to about it.
You learn from your mistakes.