Regret

I don’t regret a lot of things. I usually tell me “Remember when you made that choice you were convinced it was the right one in that moment!” I believe that people who regret “life choices” get depressions. Actually I know they do. One thing I regret, though, is nothing major but still it upsets me every now and then. When my friends and I were at Stansted, London to come back to Germany we looked around how to get rid of our £ we still had. We were particularly interested in the benefit cosmetics stand they had. My friend had tested a foundation a day before that we loved and wanted to check the price on. It was £16. Somehow the assistant there confused us, though, and we put it back to think about it. Then we realized that our plane was boarding so we rushed back to our gate. This is something I truly regret because I normally don’t pay that amount of money for make-up. But if I wanted to get it now - well I am longing for it to be accurate - it would be a lot more expensive. Oh and for the record the plane wasn’t boarding until at least 15 minutes after our arrival at the gate. And I still have £20 sitting in my drawer. I hate regret!