Today at sunset, Yom Kippur ended and observant Jews broke their fast after atoning for the prior year's misdeeds.
I have written several atonement lists on this blog over the years, and tonight I'll set up another one.
The biggest thing I'm sorry for is being sorry. I apologize way too much for existing. For taking up space. For shopping in a grocery store, with a cart, on a Sunday, with other people. I apologize for using escalators, for walking down hallways, for needing to get by you in a crowded Chick-Fil-A.
I should probably apologize for eating so much Chick-fil-A. I know that their policies are not friendly toward people in the LGBT community, but, my friends in that community have told me that they enjoy a good chicken sandwich and diet lemonade as well. So, on it goes.
I am sorry for the number of times I have gotten snarky with people working in clothing stores. I know it's not your fault that everything is hideous. That shirts have useless pockets on the chest. That otherwise attractive clothing has a lace up neckline, or elastic at the bottom, or cold shoulders, or a seam straight down the middle. Those things aren't your fault. It's not your fault that the hot color this season is what I call period blood red. You can't control the dearth of selection for women over size 14. However, I Can Vote with my dollar. And I'll continue to do that for the foreseeable future.
I am sorry for having fallen off the diet wagon for the past several months. It's time to get it back together. I'm sorry for all the people who have suffered while I tried to wean my way off sugar. Looks like you'll be suffering again.
I'm sorry that I still have vengeful thoughts against certain people. I know that I am in a better place, but to be in the best place, I need to let that shit go.
I'm really sorry that I put a moratorium on discussing my dreams in this blog. In fact, I'm so sorry that I will be lifting that moratorium. And as far as that goes, I'm sorry you have to read my dream analysis blog posts. But, you can always just skip them.
I would like to apologize to my husband for my new habit of talking in my sleep. I should probably also apologize to the dog. I also apologize to them both for all the noise caused by me fighting my CPAP machine all night.
I'm going to atone for being intimidated. I am strong and capable, and the only person who needs to praise me for that is me.
I'd like to atone for all the times I called other drivers on the road things like cock sucker, dill hole, fuck stain, fuck wad, cock stain and jackass. While I was not incorrect, I'll admit that perhaps I was wrong. I will continue to work on my patience in the coming year. Just say nothing of my situational awareness. And finally my impatience for those people who lack situational awareness.
Mostly though, I'm in a better place than I was a year ago. So, let's have another good year and reassess in 2018. Or 5776, for my members of the tribe pals.
Shalom, y'all!!
ae
I have written several atonement lists on this blog over the years, and tonight I'll set up another one.
The biggest thing I'm sorry for is being sorry. I apologize way too much for existing. For taking up space. For shopping in a grocery store, with a cart, on a Sunday, with other people. I apologize for using escalators, for walking down hallways, for needing to get by you in a crowded Chick-Fil-A.
I should probably apologize for eating so much Chick-fil-A. I know that their policies are not friendly toward people in the LGBT community, but, my friends in that community have told me that they enjoy a good chicken sandwich and diet lemonade as well. So, on it goes.
I am sorry for the number of times I have gotten snarky with people working in clothing stores. I know it's not your fault that everything is hideous. That shirts have useless pockets on the chest. That otherwise attractive clothing has a lace up neckline, or elastic at the bottom, or cold shoulders, or a seam straight down the middle. Those things aren't your fault. It's not your fault that the hot color this season is what I call period blood red. You can't control the dearth of selection for women over size 14. However, I Can Vote with my dollar. And I'll continue to do that for the foreseeable future.
I am sorry for having fallen off the diet wagon for the past several months. It's time to get it back together. I'm sorry for all the people who have suffered while I tried to wean my way off sugar. Looks like you'll be suffering again.
I'm sorry that I still have vengeful thoughts against certain people. I know that I am in a better place, but to be in the best place, I need to let that shit go.
I'm really sorry that I put a moratorium on discussing my dreams in this blog. In fact, I'm so sorry that I will be lifting that moratorium. And as far as that goes, I'm sorry you have to read my dream analysis blog posts. But, you can always just skip them.
I would like to apologize to my husband for my new habit of talking in my sleep. I should probably also apologize to the dog. I also apologize to them both for all the noise caused by me fighting my CPAP machine all night.
I'm going to atone for being intimidated. I am strong and capable, and the only person who needs to praise me for that is me.
I'd like to atone for all the times I called other drivers on the road things like cock sucker, dill hole, fuck stain, fuck wad, cock stain and jackass. While I was not incorrect, I'll admit that perhaps I was wrong. I will continue to work on my patience in the coming year. Just say nothing of my situational awareness. And finally my impatience for those people who lack situational awareness.
Mostly though, I'm in a better place than I was a year ago. So, let's have another good year and reassess in 2018. Or 5776, for my members of the tribe pals.
Shalom, y'all!!
ae
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And if it helps any Chik-Fil-A has reduced its funding of anti-LGBT organizations, and some franchises have supported their local LGBT community and sponsored Pride events. So maybe that'll help you feel better about the chicken sandwiches.