My body is staging a coup. After three weeks it flatly refuses to quit Daylight Savings Time. So far as eating, sleeping, etcetera, it’s sticking with the old schedule thank you very much. Sure, my body grumbled in years past about this awkward biannual clock changing business but never put up this much resistance. Now it’s all “Hell no, we won’t go …off Daylight Savings Time.”
A long time ago I dated a Native American man. He told me Indians didn’t really celebrate Thanksgiving. I could see his point.
I’ve been thinking about apologies lately, both ones I’ve personally been offered in the past as well as those I’ve heard in the media.
You know what’s a lousy apology? “I don’t remember doing that but if I did do it or you think I did, I apologize.”
This suggests a few things to me, none promising:
a) the apologizer remembers damn good & well but was hoping it would be forgotten.
b) the apologizer doesn’t remember because they were high or drunk.
c) the apologizer doesn’t remember because it was no big deal in their mind and/or they act that way all the time.
One Christmas when I was a kid my sister and received a small case apiece of Amelia Earhart luggage. It was only when I got older that I began to think it was a tad macabre to name luggage after the woman. On par with an Amelia Earhart Airlines.
He said I was pensive, a word no one, not even I, had used to describe me before (or would again) and yet I recognized it as true. I had thought no one could tell me anything about myself I didn’t already know.
People often don’t seem to realize that a big, bold, shitty move (or a series of small, bold, shitty moves) in a relationship needs to be corrected by a big, bold good one (or ongoing good, smaller ones) of equal or greater value. Offering a weak “My bad” or “Oh, sorry” don’t cut it. Worse is saying and doing nothing, forcing the wronged party to try to prompt or cajole appropriate amends. It’s almost a subtle form of gas lighting, acting as if nothing egregious occurred.
I heard that an actor who had a part on a well-known TV show was moving into the neighborhood. I was curious. It was close enough that I could actually see the move-in but as it turned out it was the day the man I knew killed himself so I no longer cared or paid any attention. I had other problems to deal with as well last year and trying to get the scoop on a neighbor-on-TV was a low priority.
Time passed. He instead became “the guy who habitually runs stop signs.”