A sickness grips America, that of habitually saying “Sorry.” For reasons that are so complex as to beggar explanation and baffle the mind, many of our fellow citizens apologize any time they are even remotely put on the spot. Walk past someone, he'll say sorry; ask him a question, he'll say sorry; try to hold a door open for her, she'll say sorry. My sister started the process that helped cure me of this disease by referencing the movie-film Pineapple Express. “Stuff your sorries in a sack, bro,” she said to me, meaning every word. Keeping this simple rule in mind, one can regain one's self-respect, lift one's chest high, and know that saying “I'm sorry” to every single tiny little fucking detail is a real fucking drag. So don't do it. Huzzah.
mentiri factorem fecit – 場黑麥
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