I say sorry way to much and I am finally putting my foot down!
It seems as though an essential characteristic trait of any 'British' person is to say sorry more often than we breathe. I say it so much that it has lost all meaning and I finally realised that when I do say it I don't really mean it and I'm not a fan of meaningless conversation.
It finally hit me, literally, when someone walked into me from behind when I was shopping at the weekend yet, as absurd as it sounds, I apologised. What exactly it was that I apologised for I'm still not certain.
Was it for being in their way? Was it for not having eyes in the back of my head? Was it for making a dent in their clothes? I don't know. And I'm pretty sure that I never will.
Either way from now on I refuse to apologise for anything unless I really mean it. I'll just have to ignore the death stares and drown out the incessant tutting that is bound to follow me around.
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