Friday, April 24, 2015

So, sorry.

I’m sorry. I really am. I mean it.

To all those I’ve injured, harmed, hurt, disappointed or pissed off — I apologize.
It won’t happen again. Probably. I promise.
There, we good?

If only it were that easy.

Wouldn’t it be great if you could hit send on one big “sorry I’m such an asshole” email to everybody you’ve ever wronged over the span of your entire life? They’d read it —assuming they open it after they realize who it’s from — have a hearty laugh, think back fondly on you and your silly antics, forgive, forget, feel all fuzzy inside, and move on. And all the weighty guilt would fall off your previously heavily burdened shoulders and you’d float on off to freedomville.

But it doesn’t work that way.

Overall, I think I’m a pretty good guy, most of the time. But I’ve done some hurtful shit to some good people over the last 40-some years. It’s a long list that includes a wide variety of wrongdoings. Shutting people out, pushing people away, letting people down, taking advantage, taking off, taking too much, etc., etc.

The more I think about it the longer the list gets. Sheesh, what a dick.

I try not to be that guy any more, but it doesn’t take away from the fact that I used to be, even if just once in a while. 

And I feel really bad about it.

So, Sorry. For what it’s worth, whoever you are, wherever you might be, however I may have wronged you. My bad. Let’s consider this a fresh start. Even if I never see you again.

Ahh, I feel lighter. Despite the fact that this half-assed blanket apology will probably never reach the intended targets. Oh well, sorry still feels good to say.

While we’re on the topic of apologies — I think I owe myself one too. Just for being me, to me.
So, sorry, me. Hope we’re good too. 


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