Curious State of Affairs

It is interesting how you only start believing in fate when it turns cruel...

As some of you know, my flatmates have come across my blog and expressed displeasure with what I had posted. Now, I have apoligized and can appreciate how it can appear offensive. I tried to explain that what I write on my blogs is always twinged with a sarcastic note. But my apology has been refused/denied/ignored, what have you. I now find myself being offered nowt but a cold shoulder.

meh...

I honestly cannot be bothered to find myself in anyway frustrated. Not only has it been misunderstood, some of the flatmates who I have never had an ill thought off have taken it all on themselves. It is all pointlessly ironic in the end. But I suppose that if they can vent all their ire at me, then it might at least stop them from loosing it at one another, silver lining and all that.

What I have found interesting is the idea of the apology. Does anyone ever really accept it? It has no social value from what I can see. It is the only personalized thing someone can offer (Beyond a kidney) to be forgiven. And I am honestly curious, does anyone ever accept an apology (Your parents do not count) or moreover, feel sated be it? I am easily as culpable, as I am sure I have refused or been upset with an apology.

Well, can I just say that I have learned my lesson in that at least I will in the future accept a given apology at its face value and think no more of it.

I am obviously going to stop writing about my flatmates as they have basically expressed that wish with their reaction. I was considering ending this blog altogether by all the remorse I had felt earlier in the week. Now when thinking about it though, I am not going to allow myself to be censored by those who cannot see the difference between the pot and the kettle.

Back again next Sunday? Highly probable...

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