Threes and Sevens

[catelin]

I always find it interesting that the people who owe the biggest apologies are the ones who are always the least likely to offer them. It took me a long time to make my peace with that. I used to wait for the acknowledgement, the "I was a schmuck" head shake, something to somehow recognize behavior that was inexcusable for the given time and place. Now I don't even care. I give people three chances. I figure that allows for bad days, bad timing, psychotic episodes, whatever. After the third chance is gone, the relationship will change without question. On the seventh day, if there has been no effort to right the wrong, then I quickly and mercilessly excise you from my life. You. You tend to be the same person every time, just wearing a different face. I usually never say a word. It just happens and you don't notice it until you bother to look up and look around. I move on without any thought other than what a pity it is that people are such cowards, and then I get on with living my life. I recognize you more quickly now. And you get less of me every time we meet. I am growing bigger and you are growing smaller each time. One day you won't even dare approach me.

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[catelin.livejournal.com]

You haven't even gotten one good strike yet, doofus.