Sorry? – A Poem

I used to spend a lot of time

apologising for myself

 

Did my humour offend you

Does my music annoy you

Am I in your way

 

I was a walking ball of sorry for

Bouncing off every comfort zone

 

I realised I had to change

if people didn’t like me

It wasn’t making anyone happy

 

So I did the right thing

and stopped apologising

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26 thoughts on “Sorry? – A Poem

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  1. Now you’re catching on. ๐Ÿ˜‰ I don’t believe in apologies. Though I don’t know when you wrote this and you are a geezer so maybe you stopped believing before me.

    1. I try not to believe at all. Either know, or accept not knowing. To believe is to adopt an attitude appropriate to a context that may not exist!
      Grace is better than apologies, but apologies are better than being inconsiderate.
      I am a geezer, still learning. Always still learning ๐Ÿ™‚

      1. So what if it doesn’t exist? I believe in myself. Existence is relative. Only in our world with what we know do we know we exist. In “other” dimensions/galaxies/planets we haven’t been to and only have theories on we could be nonexistent. Aliens. Vampires. Who the fuck knows.

        I think it’s inconsiderate to apologize for something you did. You obviously meant to do it. You’re only sorry you got caught or that it was an unacceptable action to another. Apologies are selfish, the ultimate goal in them is to feel forgiven. How does that saying go, “It’s easier to ask for forgiveness than it is permission”. True story.

      1. I love Sydney Fong’s comment!
        And I really enjoy reading your blog. Your posts always make me stop and think for a while, instead of just jumping to the next blog. And to think, it took a Shitting Santa poem to get me here.

  2. There is a time and place for apologies and I’ve found that those are really quite rare. I used to be the same way. Of course now I tend to go to far the other way with, “deal with it”, “suck it up”….. etc. Sometimes I should just keep my mouth shut. But then I remember if God wanted me to keep my mouth shut he wouldn’t have given me a mouth. (how’s that for lame, messed up logic?) ๐Ÿ˜‰

    1. At the end of the day, it gets exasperating watching people pretending to be something and then complaining that they never meet like-minded people! Duh. I prefer your philosophy ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. I love this. I really do. I’ve been dealing with crap from some people lately, heck from people all my life, and I’m always apologizing. That is exactly what I want to say. This is my kind of poetry.

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