Things haven't always gone the way I've wanted.

I've met women I've liked who weren't into me at all.

I've lost friends. The worst is when you used to be good friends with someone, and you keep putting in the effort, but they don't. Career, family, and other priorities get in the way.

There have been times when I've regretted saying something, but what's done is done.

What I've learned is that you can't really control who other people are. Sometimes people change. But it's the height of selfishness to assume others are interested in being who you want them to be.

Other people are going to be whoever they themselves want to be. If that isn't what you want, that's too damn bad.

This has been one of the worst parts of being a pathological optimist. You know things could be so much better.

But it doesn't matter.