A letter of apology
What do I say to that?
To me from and old something:
3 hours ago
- I’ll apologize in advance for this entire message, i’m not terribly good at these. I’ll try to keep it simple.
I’m sorry I quit talking to you so abruptly. That was very unfair to you. You asked me what my problems were, and that’s one of them. I thought way too much and freaked out. I had a great time with you, I felt like we had good conversations. The evening in my car was pretty cool to me.
Part of me was a little upset about us hooking up so quickly. I’d spent my entire life convincing myself that the first time was supposed to be something special, that I had to fall in love first, that it would be something like what movies had always portrayed. It was awkward for me, as i’m sure it was for you. All those idiotic preconceptions were shattered, and I made it into far too big of a deal in my own head. I got scared. It wasn’t what I expected. I didn’t know what to do, so I did nothing. I didn’t know what to say to your text, so I just waited and figured something would come to me. I never really figured it out.
Secondly, I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to say anything. After a couple weeks, I figured there wasn’t much else I could do, figured it was too late. I’ve been meaning to write this apology to you for a while, but of course “meaning to” and “doing” are very different things, and like I said above, I didn’t really know what to say.
Why now? Its been hanging over my head for a while, I owe you an apology, and i’ve been trying to correct or at least clarify the mistakes i’ve made in my life. I was thinking about it and decided it was time to just get it out.
If you have any questions, I’ll do my best to answer them
You have really good friends. You have certain people you tell specific things to. You have drinking buddies. Moving buddies. Adventure buddies. “Will cause a scene in public” buddies. But you don’t have a specific person who does all of the above.
That middle school definition of a “best…
It all started when our (former porn) star, Shane, woke up in a foxy forest. It was the ninth time it had happened. Feeling exceedingly concerned, Shane punched a dull pencil, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Before anyone could take off their pants, he realized that his beloved acid was missing! Immediately he called his bed-friend, Andrew. Shane had known Andrew for (plus or minus) 20 years, the majority of which were electric ones. Andrew was unique. She was outgoing though sometimes a little… insensitive. Shane called her anyway, for the situation was urgent.
Andrew picked up to a very ecstatic Shane. Andrew calmly assured him that most man-eating capybaras grimace before mating, yet albino cats usually wildly belch *after* mating. She had no idea what that meant; she was only concerned with distracting Shane. Why was Andrew trying to distract Shane? Because she had snuck out from Shane’s with the acid only eight days prior. It was a flamboyant little acid… how could she resist?
It didn’t take long before Shane got back to the subject at hand: his acid. Andrew belched. Relunctantly, Andrew invited him over, assuring him they’d find the acid. Shane grabbed his giraffe and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Andrew realized that she was in trouble. She had to find a place to hide the acid and she had to do it thoughtfully. She figured that if Shane took the homemade car, she had take at least three minutes before Shane would get there. But if he took the pogo stick? Then Andrew would be excessively screwed.
Before she could come up with any reasonable ideas, Andrew was interrupted by three abrasive Sea sponges that were lured by her acid. Andrew turned red; ‘Not again’, she thought. Feeling worried, she randomly reached for her carrot and thoughtfully slapped every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent—the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the secret vineyard, squealing with discontent. She exhaled with relief. That’s when she heard the pogo stick rolling up. It was Shane.
1 ♥ / 13 April, 2011
L’esprit de escalier: (French) The feeling you get after leaving a conversation, when you think of all the things you should have said. Translated it means “the spirit of the staircase.”
Waldeinsamkeit: (German) The feeling of being alone in the woods.
Meraki: (Greek) Doing something with soul, creativity, or love.
Forelsket: (Norwegian) The euphoria you experience when you are first falling in love.
Gigil: (Filipino) The urge to pinch or squeeze something that is unbearably cute.
Pochemuchka: (Russian) A person who asks a lot of questions.
Pena ajena: (Mexican Spanish) The embarrassment you feel watching someone else’s humiliation.
Cualacino: (Italian) The mark left on a table by a cold glass.
Ilunga: (Tshiluba, Congo) A person who is ready to forgive any abuse for the first time, to tolerate it a second time, but never a third time.
Schadenfreude: (German) The pleasure derived from someone else’s pain.