Today I was thinking about my recent post with the crude language. I was wondering if I had offended anyone — turned anyone off by my liberal use of vulgarity. In considering whether to offer up an apology, I began to think about the act of apologizing.
Generally, I see apologies as necessary when I have done something intentionally hurtful or dismissive toward someone. If I accidentally bump into someone at the grocer, I’ll say something like, “Oops, my mistake.” But I won’t say “sorry.” I reserve that word for my occasional selfish and immature behavior.
Apologies, in my opinion, should have some teeth. “Sorry” shouldn’t get thrown around and slapped onto unintentional annoyances.
So, I briefly considered whether my potentially offensive blog was worth offering up an apology for. The title served as an enter-at-your-own-risk warning; readers were put on fair notice; no one was holding a gun to anyone’s head.
Later today, when I decided no apology would be forthcoming, I found this Seberg quote when I searched for quotes containing the word “unapologetic.” (There were not many.)
I’m unapologetic not because I’m strong willed or overconfident.
I’m unapologetic because this is it; this is my life.
There is nothing I can do, no one I can please.
I am a person with a strong sense of being, that’s all.
There’s a quote. Thank you, Jean Seberg.
Then , I clicked through to Wikipedia to learn about this woman. She was a talented actress, targeted by the FBI, and dead at forty in what was ruled a drug overdose.
I’ve placed her biography on reserve at the library along with a request for the DVD of “Breathless,” which itself holds a special place in the history of filmmaking.
It never ceases to amaze me how a simple thought can expand into a trail of inquiry and treasury of discovery.