If you enjoyed it at the time, then it doesn’t really matter what you think of it on your death bed. My guess is, a lot of things probably seem like they were a waste of time when you’re on your death bed…but the fear of death probably plays a lot into that.
What I would truly regret, dully noted, that is without experiencing being on a death bed…are things I did that hurt myself, or people I loved. But otherwise if I enjoyed it at the time, then I enjoyed it at the time, and perhaps on the death bed I’ll forget that I enjoyed them, but I did, and that counts. I think back on earlier days in my life when I did things that seem pointless to me now, but I don’t regret them, because I remember them mattering back then and making me happy. I don’t obsess on the past, but it’s still part of me. If anything, in later years from now, I should regret all the drinking I’ve been doing in my current, right now years.
On a brighter note, I love all the video games I play and horror movies I watch on my free time, it is not wasted to me. I don’t care what other people have to say about that, nor do I care about the life lessons they think they need to impart to me about my wastes of time. Just as long as I don’t scold myself about this when comes the time to meet the reaper.
And fuck the reaper, I’ll kick his ass, anyway.