so there are times i have come to the realization that i was wrong. *gasp* no, really it happens. ok like maybe just twice. the second time was recently. i was tired and not at my best. i probably spoke more tersely than was intended. i decided these actions required an apology. so i went to the person i had offended (today we will call him fubby fubs funk, to maintain some opacity. isn’t that a great word? it’s the opposite of transparency….)
i said, “sorry”.
he said, “for what”?
but it was that for what, where i could tell that he was still mad.
it tried to give him a, let’s sweep it under the rug and have a good day, hug.
he just sat there. then he made a comment that let me know for sure that he was mad.
i poured a cup of coffee and walked back up to bed.
dude i can’t rewrite history….that’s what the hug was for