What, You Don't Know?

Three. The number of regrets I have. And by that, I mean there are three things I remember off the top of my head that make the list. I first typed "three," the first word to this story, then wrote whatever my fingers wanted as the next sentence. My mind often goes toward the negative, and I almost deleted the line because I knew I have more than three. But then I tried to think of more and got tired and also wanted to continue writing words, so I stuck it out, and here are the three things. One, that one night years ago when I didn't have the courage; two, leaving grad school and instead becoming a cashier; and three, not seeing the band AWOLnation when I had the chance to do so. (The last one made the list because I remember saying aloud to my friends how this was a regret I would remember and throw on the pile of regrets that I now keep.)
All of this is to say nothing, really. I know stories are not blogs, and this story is not meant to be a night's mind's random babbling ramblings.