I was reminded this weekend how much it sucks to make mistakes. For once, I was not the one making the mistakes, just witnessing them from afar. Though it should be noted that I've made plenty in my short lifetime, and I'm sure there will be plenty more.
The thing about life is that it's basically unheard of to get through it (let alone college) unscathed. In fact, I'd go so far as to say it's even sort of boring to be safe and not do anything wrong. At least, we could never be friends because part of being friends is swapping stories and if you don't have any to share you'll just make me look bad. And we can't have that.
I've woken up plenty of mornings and groaned, whhhyyyyy? Why did I do this, why did I say that, why, why, why. That's the worst. But then you get out of bed, brush your teeth, and move on with your day. Say some apologies if need be. Sure, it sucks to have done it, but you can move on. We all can.
In the moment, it's hard to see that. It's hard to get over the embarrassment of having done something wrong, having other people witness that, and having to apologize for your own behavior. And for me, it's hard to witness someone I care about realize this.
Alas, we all must do something wrong from time to time. I think that's when we grow the most. It's the times when we're down and out that really force us to take inventory of our lives and make some changes, hopefully for the better.
So basically what I'm saying is this: Mistakes happen. They suck. But you don't. We're all human. Next time, take a page from Ms. Taylor's book and just pour yourself a drink, put on some lipstick and pull yourself together.
Hope your weekend was full of mistakes and learning curves ;)