Settling regret: You're Not the Only One

I gotta get up in four hours to go deal with thirty middle schoolers who dont give a crap about history and honestly I dont blame them. …

You know that 2am silence in the suburbs? …

i been retired for like three years now and honestly it’s just been weird like i spent thirty years teaching kids how to write and now i’m sitting here on my phone at 2am and i can’t even find the… …

I am sitting in my car at 2:14 AM and the dashboard lights are a cold, medicinal blue that makes the hair on my arms look like static. …

I think maybe I’ve lived too long to see the light the way they want me to see it.

I have been sitting here on the couch for like two hours just staring at the baby monitor (the little blue light is literally the only thing I can see right now) and I think I finally have to say… …

I still wake up at four in the morning to bake the same rolls my father made fifty years ago. …

I'm sitting here at 2:14 AM and the city is still humming outside my window, that constant low roar of the expressway that I pay four thousand a month just to listen to while I stare at these old… …

Am I the only one who looks at their life and realizes they’ve just become a high-functioning meat-shield for everyone else’s problems? …

I'm sitting here and the light from my phone is a cold blue bruise against the kitchen wall and it feels like the same fluorescent hum my dad used to bring home in his clothes after twelve hours at… …

My mother wanted a chemist, but I chose the gym. …

i think maybe i shouldn't be writing this but its 2am and the house is so fucking quiet it makes my ears ring and i just keep thinking about that tuesday afternoon when i was forty and i was sitting… …

My partner kept saying "It’s an investment, it’s sweat equity," which is such a ridiculous phrase when you think about it. …

I’m sitting here looking at my bank statements and it’s just... …

The house smells like bleach and old age, and I can hear Harold’s oxygen concentrator humming in the other room—thump, hiss, thump, hiss. …

You know that feeling when you’ve been doing the same thing for thirty years and suddenly the floor just... …

You know that feeling when you're driving home through the suburbs and every lawn looks exactly the same, manicured to the point of clinical sterility, and you realize your marriage has reached that… …

I stood there with the laser pointer trembling against the white board and all I could think about was the salt on the rim of a margarita I couldn't afford.

I stood up at that long table tonight and raised my glass to Arthur and Sarah but all I could feel was the old phantom pain of a limb that was never there to begin with. …

* Sad/gentle/bittersweet? …