Apology

[beetiger]

Years ago, I developed an obsession with the Apology Line, a phone line out of Manhattan that people would call to confess anonymously, apologize to people who couldn't hear the apologies directly, anything they wanted to, everything for apologies to roommates for leaving dishes in the sink to confessions of rape to forgiveness offered to dead relatives. You could also call in and listen to everything people had recorded. I would do this for hours at a time. The voyeur and the priestess in me both feel called to this kind of thing.

reive reminded me of this by a recent post of hers, and since we have only a few friends in common, I hope she won't mind if I mooch this idea. I'm setting anonymous posting and no IP tracking on this post. Post your apologies, to anyone, anytime, as anonymous comments to this post. I'll post a few of my own once this gets started. Community catharsis. We can all use it.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

I'd like to apologize to you. I had a confession I was going to post here, but I ended up posting it in one of the more heavily-visited journals, out of the selfish notion that more people would see it there. I'm sorry. ;_;

[(Anonymous)]

I'm sorry that I didn't come visit you, when I could have, that I decided to go shopping that afternoon instead. Neither of us knew that that would have been the last chance. I'm sorry that I can't actually recall the details of the last time I actually did see you, before you died.

[beetiger.livejournal.com]

I'd like to note than an apology is not quite the same thing as a confession, though they overlap in places. I'm not trying to "compete" with the high-traffic journals. In fact, I've posted a confession or two on one of them myself. This is why I've taken a slightly different spin on it here.