Things I'm Sorry For

At least once I day I find myself yelling, "oh my god, how did I forget that?" to myself. Usually I'm talking about the fact that I failed once again to type a response to that text I saw while walking down the street or scrolling through hours of Instagram posts. I am definitely one of those people that will bump into a chair and then apologize for being in the way. And don't get me started on mannequins at Macys, those things basically have a heartbeat.

Over the past week I've been jotting down things I'm sorry for, whether my fault or not. Mostly my fault though. Some I feel terrible about and I promise to try to do better, others I'm not that mad about and you shouldn't be either. 

Forgetting to say 'Happy Birthday.'

Yesss, I know Facebook reminds you when you log on and sends you a text plus we've known each other for years but I was like super busy and didn't even check Facebook that day. I promise to make it up to you with a super long winded text about how busy my life is to justify forgetting your birthday then an Instagram post with a paragraph caption explaining how good of friends we are and how no one can replace you. But please don't replace me, I'll try to do better next year. Probably. 

Cutting in line. 

Before you come at me with pitchforks hear me out! I am 100% against line cutters! Don't like em, don't ever let them slide by me, would vote to have that be something you could get ticketed for if I had the chance. So before you call me a hypocrite this is what happens. I'm waiting for the bus stop, off to the side because other people were there before me. As the bus pulls up it stops literally right in front of me, right in front of me guys! What am I supposed to do? Not get on? So I accidentally cut in front of an entire group of people, but hey, destiny decided I needed to get on first. 

Replying to emails days later. 

While I check my email no less than 50 times a day, I am terrible at replying. Why? Because I'm lazy. Yes I saw the email, yes I heard the notification on my phone, yes I even may have the answer you need, but I do not want to type it out and then stress about how to sign the end of the email. Best? Sincerely? Thank you? More like no thank you, I'll just tell you next time I see you in person. 

Never replying to your text. 

In my defense, I read your text! I don't know why I so terrible, but I have a bad habit of reading a text, replying in my mind, but never actually sending my reply. Then I love to sit in my bed of lies and give a thousand excuses about how my phone was on silent and in my purse which I left at work and that's why i couldn't respond. Oh, and all those Instagram photos you saw me liking, well I must have been hacked. Sorry, truly truly sorry.

Long winded stories with no real plot. 
Kevin Hart had it right, women do love to tell long stories with no real beginning, middle or end, usually about someone at work, and spill details about things you know nothing about. This one is mainly aimed to my friends who I like to call as I walk home, and for all the hours they've spent listening to me rant about how this girl at work had the nerve to talk about her holiday party knowing I was within earshot and not invited. I like to tell long pointless stories, please don't hate me.


Is there anything you do on a regular basis that you're sorry for? If so, leave a comment below, I promise to not hold it against you! 

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