Disappointment, unfortunately, is not a feeling I’m unfamiliar with. I wouldn’t say my life overall has been a disappointment, because it hasn’t, but there have been aspects of it that have disappointed me, either because of my own doing or someone else’s. One big disappointment I have is that I didn’t force myself to be more sociable when I was younger, because I missed out on having friends until I got to high school and met girls who were similarly disposed. I didn’t get invited to birthday parties, I didn’t sleep over at anyone’s house, there weren’t any play dates. I was alone, basically. I got used to it and learned to make my own fun, but my sister, who is eons more outgoing than I am, had (and continues to have) the kind of social life I wanted, which stung. I also wish I’d focused less on my grades in college and more on building up my resume. With my class load, not to mention the classes I was taking in general, I couldn’t have balanced a job with getting decent grades, so I forwent work so I could get A’s and B’s. That led to me graduating with absolutely nothing in the way of work experience, and no matter how often job notices say they want entry-level candidates, I’m proof that they don’t get hired. I’ve struggled with finding full-time employment ever since, and I graduated in 2005.
Again, I’m not trying to make it sound like my life has been one dismal failure after the other — it hasn’t been. Just that there are things if I could go back and change, I would.