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'm sorry I dissed you. I really was hoping we could be a couple, and just wasn't mature enough to understand that sexuality is a lot casual at conventions. I was really hurt by what wasn't actually a rejection, and I'm very glad that you're still my friend.

I'm sorry I dissed you. I just didn't know how to handle the constant depression and it was dragging me in, too. I could have looked for a more mature way of handling this than just simply not dealing with you. I'm very honored and relieved you're still my friend.

I'm really sorry that I was such an asshole to you. You really hurt me, and I just grabbed whatever was handy to try hurting you back.

I'm sorry I was so angry and upset when you knew me. I never meant to scare you, I loved you, all of you, and I just hope you're okay.

I truly regret that I didn't donate blood last year.

Last, I'm sorry I didn't join up. I hope nobody thinks less of me for it. I hope I stop thinking less of me for it.