6/2/10
Regret
by Randal Schmidt


“And if I do that, what then?” he asked, “Say I go your way, I slave away in front of a computer for 8 hours a day. Maybe, just maybe beat the odds, luck into a promotion, make a lot of money, buy a new house, marry some woman I never see because I spend all my time in the corner office that overlooks the city? What, then?”

His father stared back at him. He hadn’t moved.

“I wake up one Saturday morning and realize I hate everything around me. Hate the bed, the sheets, the color of the walls, hate the way that east window always lets the fucking sun in so early and that’s why I’m up right now in the first place. Hate myself, because I took the respectable route, because I did what everyone thought I should and I never gave myself a chance. Never did what I wanted. Never said, screw it. I’m doing what I want. And every morning when I shave, I have to look at what I’ve done and talk myself out of cutting my own goddamn throat.”


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Randal Schmidt is a proud member of the Fightin' Texas Aggie Class of 2011 and a writer for a local publication, Maroon Weekly. He loves reading and writing almost as much as he loves his fiancee.
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