REGRET. One of mankind’s most powerful emotions.
From the tragic:
Dear Friar Laurence: Wow. I REALLY wish I had waited a little longer to take that poison and follow my lover into her “grave.” Awesome plan, buddy. That worked out great. Regretfully yours, Romeo Montague.
P.S. I was being sarcastic about that being a great plan. It wasn’t.
To the mundane:
Dear Amusement Park Corn Dog: Wow. I REALLY wish I had enjoyed you after riding that double-loop, standing roller coaster that travels backwards at 88 miles per hour. Well, live and learn! Regretfully yours, Me.
P.S. I have learned nothing, and will undoubtedly make the same mistake on my next visit.
Somewhere in the middle is the regret that comes to the low-level cubicle worker tasked with finding research group participants on craigslist. An uncomfortable regret born of the knowledge that there was DEFINITELY a better way to phrase this request:
Ah well. Live and learn! And maybe next time check Urban Dictionary. Because in the meantime, we’re going to have to suggest that people avoid this job.