Apologies are powerful. I don’t mean the sad sack sorries women give when someone bumps into them, or when they ask for something at a restaurant (“Sorry, can I have a menu?”). We need less of these kinds of apologies.
We need more genuine apologies when you actually have something to be sorry for.
I’m sorry to all the people to whom I genuinely owe an apology.
This is a poor excuse, but my memory is flighty. So flighty, in fact, that I need to set phone alarms to do simple tasks like buying cream cheese. Believe me, if I remember how I wronged you, I will apologize.