Why I stopped saying sorry
Written for feminist blog Zusterschap, which I co-run and edit with my good friend Catstello.
Elton John was wrong; sorry seems to be the easiest word.
I’ve been apologising for my existence since 1992. I apologised to a lady in boots three times the other day after she asked if I wanted a bag. She thought I was insane.
I apologised to a guy who walked into me in Asda and he just gave me a dirty look. I apologised to a woman who was in my way as I was discussing with my dad the idea of not saying sorry so much anymore.
I don’t know where this compulsion came from but I fear I caught it from my vader. One of his favourite sayings is “politeness makes the world go round.” He’s uber polite and now I think about it, my mum is, too.
However, I seem to be the only one who frantically apologises whenever any type of conflict occurs, be it an argument with a friend or a slight nudge into a stranger on the street.
As I’ve gotten older, I’ve noticed that no-one else does this, bar a few. In fact, people don’t seem to apologise even when they’re in the wrong.
I decided to stop saying sorry this week because I applied for a job that demands leadership skills. I asked myself the following questions:
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