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day 10259: an apology of astronomical proportions

Once upon a time in a land not that far away, there was a wannabe girlie-girl with a temper as hot as the summer sand. She was a stubborn, proud, pigheaded, idiotic fool at times. She hated to be wrong, hated to be made a fool of, hated-beyond-hate to be criticized. Worse of all, she knew it, but couldn’t seem to do anything about it.

Little things would strike her off. The incomprehension of other people’s actions, the misgivings of intention; it mattered not. It would eat away at her until one day she would blow up in a geyser of hot fury and annoyance. Hell hath no fury like a wannabe girlie-girl scorned.

Worse of all, the manifestation of ill-temperedness was selective. Not colleagues, co-workers, cousins or friends. Only immediate family – people that she knew deserved more respect, appreciation, and kindness than everyone else that she encountered in life – was at the receiving end of the nastiness.

Alas, though our villain of this story tried, beyond tried to control her temper, it was not to be. She lost her temper once again, refused to eat crow, and let her dear sister fly off to la-la land without hearing the appropriate apologies of astronomical proportions.

Sure, there were miscommunications and misunderstandings. There were reasons our villain behaved as she did. But right or not, it was definitely wrong not to make amends and to go huffing off in stereotypical-teenage-attitude. Grow up already.

And so she extends the white flag in a move of ultimate apologetic surrender… and offers this as a consolatory compromise…

… perhaps next time we schedule ahead-of-time the get-together times…
… and we don’t tell each other how pissed we are at one another while sitting at the airport when it’s too late to do anything about it…