I’ve been thinking a lot about apologies lately. When we make them, how we make them, and how they function in relationships. There seems to be a cultural understanding that forgiveness is necessary for injuries to begin healing. There also seems to be a basic understanding that if an apology isn’t sincere it is worth little. I think about the kid, who when forced by a teacher to apologize for a particular offense gives a half baked, “fine, I’m sorry.” To which the offended simply rolls their eyes, as if to say, “fine, I know you don’t mean it but just so that we don’t have to stay here all day...”
Forced Apologies
Forced Apologies
Forced Apologies
I’ve been thinking a lot about apologies lately. When we make them, how we make them, and how they function in relationships. There seems to be a cultural understanding that forgiveness is necessary for injuries to begin healing. There also seems to be a basic understanding that if an apology isn’t sincere it is worth little. I think about the kid, who when forced by a teacher to apologize for a particular offense gives a half baked, “fine, I’m sorry.” To which the offended simply rolls their eyes, as if to say, “fine, I know you don’t mean it but just so that we don’t have to stay here all day...”