it’s almost a cliche; the fight between two people where one person says something rash that they didn’t mean. it happens to everyone, in real life and in hollywood world. and in both worlds the solution to the problem is when that person apologizes and they kiss and make up.
contrary to both the real and the imaginary people in these situations, i find that i never regret the things i say when i am angry. to be honest, even in retrospect, all the things i have accidentally screamed out when i was borderline murderous were completely true and never something i would take back just because i wanted us to be one happy family all over again.
which leads me to believe that the whole perception of the situation is false.
when you’re angry at someone and call them a skanky slut as loose as your grandma’s underwear, a small portion of it must be true. maybe you shouldn’t have said it, and maybe you said it with the sole purpose of hurting them, but if they were a pure being who had never had sex, they would probably laugh at your pathetic excuse of an insult.
however, after the words leave your mouth, i imagine the person you just insulted would run away and cry and call you a bitch and never want to see you again. if they do, it’s obviously because what you said hit a nerve, a deeply buried slutty nerve somewhere inside, but a present nerve all the same.
i’m not a person that usually likes apologizing, so i have to face this question; do you say sorry to someone because you insulted them with the truth? pretend you didn’t mean it and move on? or do you stand rigid, like i’ve always done, and lose someone along the way?
it’s not like you can really apologize for saying it but still mean it, that’s probably bitchier than it was before.
i guess i’ll just have to sleep on it.