Aug 27, 2007 04:48
You know, it's funny. If there is one thing that always balanced out my bigger faults was that I alway knew when to stop and hand forward the olive branch. I am not hesitant to apologize in a fight for my part to stop it, and if I feel like I have wronged someone. We all do shit, no? It' s admitting and fixing that is the problem.
Fortunately enough, I have always revolved in circles that consisted of people that could appreciate and respect that.
Don't ask. I went to someone I felt that I have wronged (though he wronged me too big time) and apologized for what I did. We have a really juvenile back-and-forth, and I felt it went too far. I told him why the problem arose, that I was sorry for my part, and I even went as far as to say that I didn't only not think him stupid and immature (words that left my mouth, unfortunately, in the spur of the moment), but I actually found him a pretty interesting person, and someone I could be friends with.
He? Continued the wank. Insulted me further. Implied that he wouldn't bother to read it.
Am I disappointed? A bit. Maybe a bit hurt. Because I never apologize if I don't really mean it, and usually people are able to pick up on that. And through all my life, through all the shit I've been with all kinds of people, not one has ever turned around and call me a lezbo and ask me to show him my tits in a reply to a sincere apology.
And with this person? I don't even know him. I don't know how educated he is and where and by whom he was brought up. I don't know whether the way he reacts comes from genuine stupidity, insecurity, or stubbornes. I've just never encountered such a situation before where I apologized respectfully and went out of my way to fix things and someone turned around and spit in my face.
I really thought I was doing the right thing... You know...?