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Prefacing an offensive comment with 'I'm sorry, but...' does not magically make it inoffensive. You're not sorry at all or you wouldn't say it, so just spit it out and face the fact that you might have upset someone.
Quit cluttering up perfectly good(or not) arguments with meaningless platitudes. Say it or don't!
I don't think people are being sincere when they say "I'm sorry but..."
I think they're being sarcastic/trying to tend to their audience's weak side by giving them what they want to hear, usually accompanied by an opinion - which some people may find offensive or not.
People will always take offense to thinks. People are going to take offense to things you do or say, and you'll take offense to things other people do or say. You can't make everyone happy.
I'm sorry for putting you in the middle of my mess. That's a bad place to be. There's just a lot going on right now, and I'm not dealing with it very well. I'm sorry if I made you feel bad for this. I know you didn't mean to. Hell, it's mostly my fault.
I'm sorry I add so many problems to your life. I'm just a big fucking ray of sunshine right?
I know that we aren't really friends or anything but I just want you to know that I'm sorry. It really is my fault. I didn't know that this would happen, and I never meant for it to happen. Part of me feels guilty for taking your place, while the other parts says that it only makes sense. Just know that I could never actually take your place. You two are friends, and I would never want to take that away from you. I'm just sorry that I'm getting in the way in this situation. I hate that you're not going to be there because of me.
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I never meant to hut you although I realize now that's exactly what I did. I miss you so much and it is killing me. I can't remember the last time I've cried this much. I've shed more tears for you in the past three months than I have in the past three years combined. I don't know what to do.
I feel like I'm suffocating under all of this. Even suppressing it isn't working. Something happens and brings it back to the surface.
I'm sorry about everything. Not just today. You're life would probably be so much easier without me in it.
I cause so much pain. No wonder I'm low on people to love. I didn't know. I'm sorry, sweetie, so sorry, I didn't know.. A thousand times, in every language, I'm sorry. Even if I'd had to give you upwouldn't that have been better? I try to comfort myself with the fact that your father is an irresponsible ass, and things would have been so hard for us both. But that's bullshit. There's no comfort for this. Not in a pile of white powder, not at the bottom of a bottle. not on the earth
I apologize for circumstances beyond my control. I figured out why. I want so bad for things to be my fault, because if they're my fault, than I have the power to change them, to make them better.
I let myself get wrapped up in the way I felt, and became so dedicated to not feeling anything negative that I got hooked on pills. I treated Owen like a dog, I was cruel and distant and cold, and I don't know how I'm ever going to forgive myself, let alone how he will be able to forgive me.
I neglectfully killed a four week old bean of life withing my womb. With drugs and alcohol. I wanted to die myself at the time. I failed at the most basic function of life. I should have a three year old girl (in my dreams, she's always a girl) right now, and there's a ungodly hole in my whole being, but that's nothing compared to being snuffed out before birth, to have never lived...
I would like to tell him that I'm sorry for putting him through so much. But I'm not sorry...he could jump off my crazy train whenever he wants to. But he hasn't...so I'm not sorry. I've tried to push him away, it brought us closer. I tried to warn him that I was going to remain as free as I could...but he didn't get it. I'm no longer sorry for him.
He's been reacting strangely to me recently. He's been acting differently in general. It's rather unexplainable. I just really wish he and I still had that honesty. I've been nothing but with him, but I feel as though he's hiding something from me. I don't know. He hates it when I talk about boys that I'm seeing or that I've found myself attracted to.
Pardon me, I'm a girl...it's part of what I do...
I love him to no end, I just wish he could know that and understand that friends come first...thus he's very important to me.
usually when i sorry i only say it because i know it's something people want to hear; to think i really do regret whatever transgression i have made.
but i hate apologizing when i don't mean it. and most of the time, i don't.
maybe someday i will mean it more.
sometimes i do. when i know what i've done is wrong and i feel deep regret.
but i dont feel sorry for running into someones backpack they have way out in the hall.
fuck you. pay attention to the fact other people exist and they might not always be looking for your damned backpack.
My initial thoughts of the word "sorry" are with regards to an insincere apology. But then I look more closely at it, and it's merely a more informal apology.
People say "I'm sorry" when they're really just sympathizing with your problems or your situation. In this situation, I only want you to say something along the lines of "I sympathize/empahtize with you" or something to that effect.
Not to difficult.
But to have just had a terrible fight, argument, or if you just completly screwed up, "I'm sorry" fits. It's kinda like word tetris. "I'm sorry" only fits some of the time. You are not sorry all the fuckin time, so, why are you wasting my time?
I don't even remember why I did it. I don't even think I had a clue at the time. I knew I just wanted to hurt someone the way I had been hurt. I needed to hurt you in the worst possible way so that I could feel like someone else. someone I wouldn't want to know. I'm sorry that it had to be this way. I'm sorry that I hurt you. You'll never know how much I've hurt since you've been gone.
It wasn't my fault that I never answered her letters. Dawn was my best friend in first grade, but when I found out in fifth grade that she'd killed herself, I'd changed houses at least 4 times.
I tried explaining that to Ashley, that I'd never had Dawn's address to write to, that I had no way of knowing that she'd been asking for me since they reduced her Ritalin dosage. But it didn't matter to her. In her mind, it's still my fault.
And maybe it was. I'd been there when Dawn started taking the "medicine", and I was there to give her comfort when she shook violently and didn't understand why she suddenly felt she needed these pills she'd lived without for her life before then. She said that I kept her feeling real. If I'd just paid less attention, maybe she would have been better when I had to move.
I've told myself for years that, logically, it's not my fault. But I'm still not sure if I believe that.
Either way, I'm sorry.
I've learned that you don't have to be responsible for a tragedy to say you're sorry. It is appropriate to be sorry for someone else's loss. I'm sorry my government can be so arrogant and violent. I'm sorry the human race can be so careless.
It doesn't mean I believe I am at fault; however my apology is sincere.
I usually think of myself as a pretty peaceful, compassionate guy, but I occasionally have dreams wherein I commit horrible, violent acts, usually with no provocation.
In this dream, I was directing two young men, about my age, in cleaning up a small, dimly lit room. Or rearranging the furniture, or some menial task where they were walking around doing some simple labor. When one of the guys tripped and knocked something over, breaking it, I immediately went apeshit on him. No, I went King-Kong-shit on him. Out of nowhere I grab him by both of his feet and start swinging him around like the Hulk or something and slamming him into the walls and every solid, heavy object in reach. It was sickening. His face and arms took most of the damage, and realistically, any one of the blows should have killed him.
Then just as abruptly as the attack started, it ended, and he was on the floor slowly regaining consciousness. He asked me what happened and I felt terrible. His face was only a little cut up and he thought that one of his arms was broken. I got a pillow for him to lie on so he wouldn't have to get up off of the floor and explained that I had flipped out and smashed him against the walls for a minute. I had a first aid kit nearby and patched him up while he tried to get his bearings, and I instructed the other person in the room to call for an ambulance so that we could have his arm set promptly.
"Man, I'm sorry. There was no reason for me to have acted like that."
AHA! I knew it was you who pooped in the shower!
No, note the date that I posted this. I'm talking about your door. I am just as baffled as everyone else regarding the alleged discovery of dook in the shower.
BUT YOU KNEW THAT ALREADY, DIDN'T YOU?!