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23 September, 2005

Foolish, foolish me

Sometimes (OK most of the time) I speak before I think. And I did that yesterday and again today and I think have really fucked things up. I said things that I don't think are forgivable. I am not sure how, or if I can, make amends. I wish I could erase the last two days and start all over again. I wish that I did not say things out of anger that I don't mean. I wish that saying sorry was acceptable. I wish alot of things, but I don't think wishing will be much help in this case.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Emma, I've got more to say on this one, but for now let me assure you that there's space for you on Grosse Ile!

Anonymous said...

Damn, what did you say? LOL

All you can do is say your sorry and feel genuine remorse and it sounds like you've done both. Try not to beat yourself up about, we all are human.

Bliss Disclosed said...

Family will forgive you. If it was a significant other, well, flowers seemed to work (as a door-opener, anyway) for me -- but if it was a guy, then I'm not sure -- maybe a pocket knife or a model airplane. In any case, kim is right -- the ability to say the wrong thing at the wrong time is what separates us from the "lesser" critters.

William said...

if someone gives you something special and you use it against them in anger does it mean you think it in peace but keep your thoughts to yourself

Anonymous said...

No, I think when people speak in anger they say things that have never even been thought. Because if someone thought things like I had said, they would know never ever to say them. Does that make any sense?

Anonymous said...

My aunt went mouthing off about her mother and grandparents to a next door neighbour when she was 19 or 20. The neighbour told the famil what she had said. Unfortunately Auntie Una worked for her mother so it was a bit awkward and she left the country for a while and went to stay with her dad in England for a while, but she came back eventually. Seven or eight years later she became a member of an order of nuns who don't speak and never leave the convent. Seems an extreme way of dealing with one's own loose tongue.