I admit I tuned in to the Reunion Show for the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills. Part 1 was bad enough.
Must I confess that I watched Part 2?
I was in and out of the room while both were playing in the background, but as with any of these “Reunion” shows, I stop and listen closely when host, Andy Cohen, asks if anyone has regrets.
Enter Edith Piaf.
Not.
Sometimes, we own up to our poor decisions or at the very least, our questionable ones – words that slip out and we don’t realize their hurtful impact.
Actions – or lack thereof – with far-reaching repercussions.
Sometimes, as in the song made famous by the well known French singer, we claim “Je ne regrette rien” – I have no regrets. Whether we genuinely mean it or not.
Reality Regrets?
Usually, our Reality TV personalities do the same, stating that they don’t regret being in the public eye, despite bearing the brunt of blog fodder and worse. From a monetary viewpoint, one can only imagine that they’re raking in some bucks or promoting their prospective products. In a tough economy, even the rich need to strike it, well… richer.
And of course, there’s the seemingly irresistible pull of those fickle fifteen minutes (weeks?) of fame, and being famous for being famous.
Yet sometimes, actual reality encourages our Reality personalities to extricate themselves from the public eye (a number of them have) or, to admit to regrets racked up in the process. Cue Brandi Glanville, who readily recognizes she speaks without thinking and doesn’t always use the best judgment.
Sure I have regrets… You just have to own it and keep on movin!
And later, she says:
I take responsibility for my temper… Everyone has a breaking point.
In contrast, others on this particular franchise appear less willing to take responsibility. Well – not in front of the cameras, anyway. And naturally, we have no clue what really goes on behind closed doors – anyone’s closed doors, including those we presume to know who flash across our television screens.
Je ne regrette rien
I used to think – like Piaf – that I had no regrets.
In reality? When being brutally honest – with myself?
Stating that I have no regrets is only partially true or, more precisely, a matter of context and positioning. With increasing years under my belt, I’m acutely aware of my own missteps and less than stellar choices. I know my reasons, of course, and therefore cut myself a little slack. But no regrets?
No way.
Do I regret my original career choices? Not exactly. The adventures were illuminating.
Do I regret my marriage and the hollow years of going through the motions? The decade that has come after, filled with turmoil and real-world consequences that still leave me wobbly and worried, even now?
I claim no regrets because of the gift of my two children. But if not for my sons, might I say otherwise? Then would I fully own up to many regrets, and a powerful sense of waste and loss? Might I include my own mistakes in judgment?
Time Travel?
Short of a trip through the time tunnel complete with selectively picking and choosing those events we would retain or toss out – (with no Butterfly Effect we cannot control – of course) – wouldn’t we all indulge in a healthy helping of hindsight to redo, undo, and do over if we could?
What if we were able to assure do-overs in which those we love would remain part of our lives – fully intact?
Tossing aside the fertile features of any such fantasy, in the Real World we may choose to downplay regrets or never give them voice. But that doesn’t mean we don’t live them – and live with their consequences.
Instead, we euphemistically manipulate mistakes into opportunities. We put a positive spin on our destructive decisions. We package up our past and present in ways that enable us to live with damage.
We offer a brave face and a market-ready mantra: “I might do a few things differently, but no – I have no regrets.”
Telling It Like It Is
At times, discretion is the better part of valor. We hold our tongues or pull our punches to protect others, and ourselves. To manage unruly or painful emotions. To go on.
But telling it like it is when it comes to assessing our behaviors – and expressing regret – doesn’t have to translate to a show of weakness, a lack of confidence, or disorienting vulnerability. Perhaps we could view regret (and its moodier cousin, remorse) as something else: awareness.
Unfortunately, our culture of insistent public positivity encourages some of us to state that we never have regrets, and even – to convince ourselves that’s the case. We march on, resolutely, occasionally offering an apology (but changing nothing in our behavior), more often keeping mum (and hoping to do better?), and in either case, we could potentially rely on those regrets – articulated or not – as a guide for change.
Regret, Remorse
So what about owning up to what we say in anger or hurt, to what we do when pushed to the edge, to losing it, to blowing it, to letting it all hang out, to being ugly, a bundle of contradictions, messy in our humanness?
Who among us doesn’t screw up or act out? We may not need to publicize it, but can we admit it to ourselves so we can do better moving into the future?
As for regrets, I won’t say that I have none. I only wish I could sing my joys with the same depth of passion as Piaf, whose rejection of regrets may be at least as much a plaintive insistence on living life fully, and not a refusal to own her sorrows.
Her last words according to some, as she was dying at age 47?
Every damn fool thing you do in this life, you pay for.
Click the image of Piaf to access a 1961 clip of Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien on Youtube.
Click Real Housewives images to access originals at BravoTV.com.
William Belle says
Regrets or no regrets. It is curious to note that at the end of the day, what can any of us do about it? What can we truly do about our regrets? If I regret hurting someone, I can apologise to try and make amends but the damage has been done and does an apology fully correct the hurt caused in the first place? I can regret not buying into the office lottery pool as everyone else tallies up their winnings and quits their job but as I show up for work the next day at 9am, “say lah gawd damn vee” might not cut it.
You quote reality housewife Brandi Glanville: “Sure I have regrets… You just have to own it and keep on movin!” What other choice do I or does anyone have? The lesson to be learned: don’t do that again. Move on. Turn the page. And let’s hope there’s something good around the next corner. “Je ne regrette rien”? We have no other choice. Anything means our regrets eat us alive and to survive, we must move on.
Je continue à vous lire, Mademoiselle Loup, et toujours avec plaisir. wb 🙂
BigLittleWolf says
Interesting viewpoint (and a common one?), WQ. But owning one’s regrets at least affirms personal accountability. And where are we without that? Uh… in the mess we’re in, methinks. (Pop culturally speaking.)
Pauline says
I’ve never really understood the no regrets thing. I mean, I get not torturing yourself with regrets because you can’t change the past and wallowing takes you out of the present. But I do have many regrets…even over incidents where I thought I was making the best choice I could at the time.
BigLittleWolf says
So isn’t the value of recognizing regrets in learning from them, Pauline?
Kristen @ Motherese says
I’m reading your post after a morning spent on jury duty. One of the attorneys asked a fellow juror an interesting thing during voir dire that I thought of while reading your piece: “Do you believe that good people can nevertheless be negligent?”
I think that we all agree that they can – that we can. But this simple admission flies in the face of the cultural emphasis on positivity that you point out – one that might suggest that if something went wrong, it couldn’t possibly be our fault or to put a happy spin on a bad memory; a sort of que sera sera taken to extremes.
I agree with you: admit to the mistakes I’ve made, process them, hope to learn from them (ideally without dwelling).
Kelly says
I’m usually the first to point out my own mistakes, probably stemming from a lifetime of others being quick to note them. I haven’t always absorbed and learned from my mistakes, though. I do regret that. I’ve wasted a lot of time walking over the same landmines.