July 17, 2007

Extra, extra: Get your apologies. . .

Yesterday I went to the grocery store with the girls.  When I left I was completely disgusted with myself.  A woman cut me off in the produce department and I said "Sorry."  I immediately stopped and considered making myself drop and do some push-ups.  What the hell did I say that for?  She cut me off, not the other way around.  I began having an internal dialogue with myself about how ridiculous it is that I say "sorry" all the time.

In the next aisle, I walked in front of someone who was scanning the shelves for crackers.  I said, "Excuse me" which is all that was really necessary.  But just for good measure, I added a "sorry" on the end of that little courtesy.  I was taken aback by myself.  Why did I just apologize to that woman?  I said "excuse me."  What exactly did I need to apologize for?  Nothing!!!

I made it through several more aisles without an apology.  I was super conscious of it and a little bit shocked as to how much a part of my regular vocabulary that word has become (or maybe has always been). 

In the ice cream aisle, I was blocking a woman and her cart.  Instead of just moving out of her way, I said "sorry."  I felt like smacking myself.  I didn’t need to apologize. A simple "excuse us" would have done the trick, but there I was apologizing again!

When I left the store I had said "sorry" at least five times and exactly 0 of those apologizes were warranted.  I had a conversation with my Mom on the phone about it and I told her that we really need to both stop saying "sorry" so much.  My Mom does it ALL THE TIME too, which is probably where I get it from.  My Mom agreed, saying that someone once told her that saying "sorry" when there’s nothing to be sorry for makes you appear weak.  (I think some of my very wise readers said the very same thing just last week). 

So today, my Mom and I took the girls shopping.  We are walking through the mall when two young men, probably in their early 20’s, stepped back from a kiosk in the middle of the mall and one of them literally barreled into my Mom.  And do you know what she did?????

She said "sorry."  The two guys did not apologize.  They didn’t say "excuse me" and they didn’t say "sorry".  In fact, the guy didn’t even acknowledge that he had just plowed into my Mom. 

I muttered a sarcastic "NICE" underneath my breath, (I’m trying to keep my public confrontations down to about once a month in front of the girls and I’ve already reached my quota for July) when what I really wanted to do was kick the back of his knee and say nothing the way he had done as he hit the floor.   I didn’t.  I stared angrily at the back of his fat head and walked on. Later, in the car, my Mom and I were talking about how ridiculous it was that SHE apologized to HIM.  It was absurd, but that word just seems to pop out of me and my Mom like a reflex. 

Now, more than ever, I am thinking that this whole "sorry" business is definitely a female thing; and I am making a conscious effort to not be so damn sorry all the time, both in and out of the dojo.  It may be a female thing, but it doesn’t have to have a permanent place in my vocabulary.  There’s certainly a time and a place for "sorry" but the unnecessary times and places definitely need to go. 

So, what do you think?  Is it mostly a female thing?  If so, why do we do THAT???

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