2018-05-20

I'm Sorry I'm NOT Sorry

Ah, the apology. That sweet submission to remorse and admission that amends are indicated ... that redress and reparations are in the pipeline and lottie da da da.

Unfortunately, many times the contrition required for such antics simply isn't in the cards and even though the offense may be horrific the perpetrator is simply that epitome of rude, crude, and socially unacceptable negating the possibility for anything resembling an apology ... ever.

I'm sorry Dave, I'm afraid I can't do that

    
Thus is the nature of our 21st century schizoid "me" generation and our bunch of persons raised on text message style composition and that parallel grammar and syntax which simply doesn't provide for much in the way of communication ... much less superb manners.

In my past I was your worst nightmare from a standpoint of comportment. I found that unapologetic crescendo right about those Navy days when nobody really expected much from me in the way of tact and poise and I maintained this boorish persona as a matter of personal choice for entirely too long.

As time does, comparative interpersonal relations gave me insight into those errors of my ways and I smoothed out over the years — by and large — with little left of who I was except that persistent 'tude which I may never lose.

I guess I simply tired of aspects of the fray which combative personality embodies and as such lost it in the refreshing mist of that kinder, gentler person toward which I have continually gravitated and thus evolved in these, my latter days.

Still; few apologies are delivered by me personally. I don't know if I'm simply "not sorry" and should be or if I'm merely less offensive in general anymore.