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Sorry Not Sorry

Posted: February 15, 2015 in Random
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Image courtesy of bigjom at FreeDigitalPhotos.net

Image courtesy of bigjom at FreeDigitalPhotos.net

Some people like to be snarky and make a comment with the qualifier or hashtag #sorrynotsorry.  But really, aren’t these people more honest than some people simply saying, “I’m sorry.”  Sometimes, people aren’t even sorry.  They just say it to get you off their back or because they don’t know what else to say.  They say it so that they can turn around and ask a favor. Or sometimes they say it to offer an excuse.

Back in my Bible studying days I learned that the word “apology” comes from a Greek word meaning to deliver a defense.  That means that whether they know it or not, the person whose “I’m sorry” comes with an excuse is actually (and probably ignorantly) acting upon the very old definition. They’re really more interested in defending their actions than understanding how they impacted you.

Every once in a while, someone will express sincere regret. They won’t say, “I”m sorry. What else do you want me to say?”  They’ll understand that you need their empathy. Be sure to thank that person.  It may seem odd to thank someone after they’ve said, “I’m sorry,” but in the rare instances that someone actually gets it right, be grateful.


bikers

You were a big biker dude wearing an Outlaws jacket, sitting at the bar in the strip club.

I was just some guy, standing about a foot behind you wearing a killer snowman t-shirt.

I was waiting to order a beer with my brother. You turned around and said that I needed to take a seat because I was making you nervous.

We didn’t want any trouble, so we went over to a table to sit down.

After a few minutes, you and your buddies left before I could get your story.

Why did I make you feel nervous when I wasn’t even standing close? You are three times my size, and you had 3 friends with you. What was it about me that made you nervous? Did I look stabby? For the record, I haven’t stabbed anyone yet. Plus, the bouncer pats everyone down, so no one can bring in weapons.

I’m also curious how I got your attention. The stage was on the other side. A half-naked girl was gyrating. Yet, on the opposite side, not blocking your view, I got your attention somehow. Why is it in a strip club some random guy makes your heart flutter?

I can relate. I sometimes go to the gay bar with my friend, but it’s not really my scene.  I’m not here to judge.  If we meet again, you don’t need to feel nervous at all.