![]() ![]() ![]() I appreciate your apology and I forgive you.ģ. I was really upset when it happened, but I forgive you now.Ģ. Here is a handy guide to help you work out how best to respond to an apology from a friend in a variety of different situations.ġ1 ways to respond to an apology from a friendġ. However we feel about the apology, it can be tricky to find the words to express our emotions. The truth is, in order to move on from being hurt by a friend, we need an to hear a sincere apology that conveys that our friend understands how badly they’ve hurt us and why their actions were unacceptable.Įven so, we may not always be ready to simply hear their “I’m sorry” and decide that all is forgiven. When a good friend lets us down, it can leave us questioning whether that friendship is worth continuing.Īfter all, what is the point of spending time with and showing care and support for someone we cannot trust. Thomas Eidson's last words were: "It's very beautiful over there." I don't know where there is, but I believe it's somewhere, and I hope it's beautiful.There is nothing more hurtful than being betrayed by the people who are supposed to care for us most. So I know she forgives me, just as I forgive her. But that part of us greater than the sum of our parts cannot begin and cannot end, and so it cannot fail. Like all energy, we can only change shapes and sizes manifestations. We think that we are invincible because we are. We need never be hopeless, because we can never be irreparably broken. When adults say "Teenagers think they are invincible" with that sly, stupid smile on their faces, they don't know how right they are. Those awful things are survivable because we are as indestructible as we believe ourselves to be. Forgetting her mother, failing her mother and her friends and herself -those are awful things, but she did not need to fold into herself and self-destruct. Although no one will ever accuse me of being much of a science student, One thing I learned from science classes is that energy is never created and never destroyed.Īnd if Alaska took her own life, that is the hope I wish I could have given her. And that parts has to go somewhere, because it cannot be destroyed. If you take Alaska's genetic code and you add her life experiences and the relationships she had with people, and then you take the size and shape of her body, you do not get her. I believe now that we are greater than the sum of our parts. ![]() Maybe she was just a matter, and matter gets recycled.īut ultimately I do not believe that she was only matter. I still think that, sometimes, think that maybe "the afterlife" is just something we made up to ease the pain of loss, to make our time in the labyrinth bearable. I thought about the slow process of becoming bone and then fossil and then coal that will, in millions of years, be mined by humans of the future, and how they would their homes with her, and then she would be smoke billowing out of a smokestack, coating the atmosphere. What was her-green eyes, half a smirk, the soft curves of her legs-would soon be nothing, just the bones I never saw. I thought about her a lot like that, as something's meal. I know she forgives me, just as her mother forgives her. I know that she forgives me for being dumb and sacred and doing the dumb and scared thing. That which came together will fall apart imperceptibly slowly, and I will forget, but she will forgive my forgetting, just as I forgive her for forgetting me and the Colonel and everyone but herself and her mom in those last moments she spent as a person. So I still believe in the Great Perhaps, and I can believe in it spite of having lost her.īeacause I will forget her, yes. And I could have done that, but I saw where it led for her. into paralysis, she collapsed into the enigma of herself. When she fucked up, all those years ago, just a little girl terrified. And there's no sugar-coating it: She deserved better friends. But that only led to a lonely life accompanied only by the last words of the looking for a Great Perhaps, for real friends, and a more-than minor life.Īnd then i screwed up and the Colonel screwed up and Takumi screwed up and she slipped through our fingers. “Before I got here, I thought for a long time that the way out of the labyrinth was to pretend that it did not exist, to build a small, self-sufficient world in a back corner of, the endless maze and to pretend that I was not lost, but home.
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