I’ve decided this is my new thing. I am not sorry. I will not apologize.
Now, don’t get me wrong, if I’ve fucked up, I will sincerely apologize. I’m not a total heartless beast.
But the other day as I was preparing to meet someone for lunch, I felt like apologizing that I’d been too under-caffeinated that morning to actually do my hair and put on make-up.
I wanted to say, “I’m sorry – I was so tired due to my caffeine withdrawal that I didn’t put on make up.”
That’s a weird thing to apologize for.
I’m also no longer going to apologize for the fact that my house looks like a cardboard box convention (we’re packing our shit to move to a storage unit as we slowly prep the house for sale).
I’m not going to apologize for being a less than stellar house cleaner and for giving the person I pay to make my house look good some time off due to aforementioned cardboard box forest.
I’m not going to apologize for needing time alone sometimes and canceling plans because I cannot with people anymore.
And I’m not sorry about any of this. So there.
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