Alright, I'm not promising anything.
Who is an apology for?
I think people are smarter than our cop outs let on. Or at least I am.
We think things through a lot better than we say. If you say "fuck you" to your sister, you probably meant it. If you say "I love you", like an asshole, chances have it that you probably are one.
Of course, the right thing to do is apologize. "Oh, I love you. I never meant it. I'm so sorry."
OR
"I was having a bad day, and I was wrecked up. You were just... there. Sorry."
You know you don't mean it. Somewhere, deep down, the other end knows you don't mean it. So why? Who is an apology for?
Maybe your mother, who still thinks her kids are her kids. Maybe a friend, who thinks you're smart. Maybe God? Ultimately God.
If I'm going to end up in front of God, answering to Him for all of my sins, I probably will say "sorry." Right before He throws me back to Hell.
And I'm not sorry.
I'm not sorry that I hate being around family. I'm not sorry that I'd give anything to be alone. I'm not sorry that I break promises. I'm not sorry that I stall until it's too late. I'm not sorry that I say "I love you" to countless people, and am never sure that I mean it. I'm not sorry at all.
I'm only sorry that God knows. He knows that I don't care about anyone but myself. Or maybe I just don't care at all.
"The Bones of You" - The Seldom Seen Kid (2008) - Elbow
August 9, 2010
Who is an apology for?
I think people are smarter than our cop outs let on. Or at least I am.
We think things through a lot better than we say. If you say "fuck you" to your sister, you probably meant it. If you say "I love you", like an asshole, chances have it that you probably are one.
Of course, the right thing to do is apologize. "Oh, I love you. I never meant it. I'm so sorry."
OR
"I was having a bad day, and I was wrecked up. You were just... there. Sorry."
You know you don't mean it. Somewhere, deep down, the other end knows you don't mean it. So why? Who is an apology for?
Maybe your mother, who still thinks her kids are her kids. Maybe a friend, who thinks you're smart. Maybe God? Ultimately God.
If I'm going to end up in front of God, answering to Him for all of my sins, I probably will say "sorry." Right before He throws me back to Hell.
And I'm not sorry.
I'm not sorry that I hate being around family. I'm not sorry that I'd give anything to be alone. I'm not sorry that I break promises. I'm not sorry that I stall until it's too late. I'm not sorry that I say "I love you" to countless people, and am never sure that I mean it. I'm not sorry at all.
I'm only sorry that God knows. He knows that I don't care about anyone but myself. Or maybe I just don't care at all.
"The Bones of You" - The Seldom Seen Kid (2008) - Elbow
August 9, 2010
