Non, je ne regrette rien.

"And I'm not gonna take it back
Oh I'm not gonna say I don't mean that
You're the target that im aiming at
Got to get that message home.."
-"A Message" by Coldplay

In literature winter is representative of death; once again life imitates art because the same can be said about my life. The months of November, December and January are somewhat like musicians. At first you're attracted to them because they are mysterious and they make you want to stay in all day next to the fire and write (write what? It doesn't matter..), but then you realize that they're actually just selfish and have no greater purpose then just trying to meet their own needs. Romantic personality types such as myself get excited for winter every year because it means rain, shorter days and the hope that some artistic inspiration will come as we lay curled up in our beds drinking soy chai lattés.

You can probably predict what I'm going to say next: this idea of winter bringing months of unadulterated romance is sadly a fallacy. You're also probably wondering what the Coldplay lyrics have anything to do with winter. The shoe-in is that I usually do things that other people would deem regrettable just about ever winter since I was fourteen.

The legacy of my winter-idiocy started with me standing in the main hallway of my high school campus dumbly starring at a (dumb) boy trying to muster up the courage to tell him I liked him. All my friends told me not to tell him, but I wanted to do it anyways...I needed to get it off my chest. Fast forward five years to me, once again, telling a guy who I was was bound to get rejected by that I had feelings for him. Winter makes me a social moron. After that last incident it seemed like just about everyone, with a few notable exceptions, was trying to get me to regret ever telling the guy I liked him. The problem was, I didn't regret it for one second. No matter how hard I tried to get myself to feel bad for taking the initiative, I couldn't do it.
Why should we ever feel bad for telling someone that we're fond of them? What's the worst that could happen? They reject us. We cry. We lock ourselves in our car listening to Damien Rice songs on repeat. We change our facebook profile pic twenty times in two days.

And then we move on.

What would you regret? That you made yourself vulnerable in an attempt to see if he/she had the same feelings for you? And maybe they did reject you, but at least you did it! So they don't like you...attraction is a funny thing and few can understand it. I would rather make myself vulnerable twenty times and get rejected twenty times than pine over someone for years without them ever knowing it. Winter this year is going to be great. I have no one to get rejected by. But if by this time next year I have feelings for someone, you can count on the fact that I'll tell them. As Edith Piaf once said, "Non, je ne regrette rien."