The older I get the less apologetic I am
It’s already difficult to get an “I’m sorry” out of me.
Unless I personally offended you, genuinely hurt your feelings, put you in some kind of danger or had a momentary lapse in my memory—it’s difficult. That last one is getting to be increasingly common and for that—I do apologize.
I don’t apologize for my opinions. I won’t apologize for instances that you’re experiencing that have nothing to do with me. Please note that does not mean I’m not sympathetic/empathetic—I will feel for you and with you. I just don’t say sorry because your struggles didn’t stem from me. I realize I take this portion of an apology a bit too literally.
The older I get the time and energy ratio dwindles, as a result I keep both of those assets under lock and key. Sometimes I come off as rude because of it and for that…
I am not sorry.
Not sorry I need to Irish Goodbye 80% of the time because people don’t allow me to leave at an appropriate hour when I willingly express my interest in departing from the festivities.
Not sorry I only turn up to 65% on the evenings before a workout class the next morning. I’d rather not pay the $15 late cancellation fee due to a hang over. Note: I plan my weekend classes accordingly. If it’s your 35th birthday and you bought bottles I’m wise enough to know that I shouldn’t schedule 10 am spin class the next day.
Not sorry I’m not talking to your boy’s-boy’s-boy’s who are young or ghetto or who I have nothing in common with—even if we’re all sitting at the same table. I’ll acknowledge them, I won’t necessarily exert energy on them.
Not sorry if I skip out on an invitation if I ask “who’s going/there?” and don’t like the answer. I am extremely not sorry for that.
Not sorry during moments I am introverted, tired, drained or emotionally shitty. I purposely try and keep myself under quarantine during these times, however sometimes social obligations persist and you gotta show face—even if its not a good one.
I try to be real as I am with my excuses, but I don’t see them as excuses. I’m just trying to live as best as I see fit and for that I'm not sorry at all, not even a little bit.