A good apology is one where you’ve paid attention to how what you did affected someone else, and you have reflected on it, and realised that you could only have acted that way, then, because of the ways you were limited at the time.
And that now you see clearly that there are different ways you could act, because of the person you can be now. You can imagine being in that situation now and responding in a different way, that takes their feelings and experience into account.
Asshole apology: I could have acted differently at the time, but I didn’t because it wasn’t important to me (I.e. you don’t matter to me)
Not-yet-ready apology: I want to have acted differently at the time, but even now I don’t see how I could have (I.e. the event hasn’t changed me, or I haven’t been able to fully understand it yet)
Emotionally fused apology: I want to have acted the way you want me to have acted, because if I don’t I’m worried you won’t love me anymore. (I.e. I only want to respond differently because you want me to, not because of who I want to be)
True apology: Given the person I was then, I could only have acted the way I acted. But the event, & your response to the event, has changed me, & I now know a different way to act, that I know I am capable of (I.e. you have metabolised the event & it is now a part of you).
This thread brought to you by me discovering apologies I am now able to make whose catalysing events are years old.
Maybe I’m slow, maybe this shit just takes time, idk 🤷♀️.
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Everyone says they want ‘community’, but do they also want the endless social obligations, 3am crisis calls, constant attention to the trust between two people who aren’t you, hours spent on the phone hearing why one person is mad at another? And this is in a healthy community!
There’s also the agony of having put your faith in a group of people and watching that group crumble or the faith be unearned, the anxiety of new-group formation, the need to protect from people who will poison the well, & the self-doubt about whether you’re doing the right thing
Not saying you shouldn’t, but it feels like ‘community’ often has fantasy air-quotes around it and it’s held up as this angelic god-mother endless love space where you don’t also have actual work to do and sometimes feel threatened and alone.
I open Twitter. And I scroll. Maybe I’m hoping there will be something I find that starts thinking itself into my head, but my head is not really thought-y and it thinks all thoughts are wrong
I watch people I know in real life and people whose voices are just made up sounds in my head whose first names I’ve never heard squawk joyously and frustratedly and parade sex and triumph and pride all over the timeline
And I feel...not that? Not that any of it is bad, but I’m not there. I’m quiet, soft, internal—even the elderly Buddhists in my meditation book club zoom seem to be speaking too loud.
I’ve run dozens of deep reading club sessions by now, and I’m kind of obsessed with the format. It’s doing something new and wonderful in a subtle way I want to try and explain.
Why deep reading clubs are fucking rad, a thread:
How a deep reading club works:
Someone chooses a book & invites a group to read it. You read together, aloud, taking the time it takes to read & absorb the text. You annotate the text together, then your annotations become the catalysts for whatever conversation comes next.
I run these using a hacky combo of Zoom and Google Docs. They are the kind of social activity that is actually a good fit for Zoom because you do naturally read a book while sitting still, so it doesn’t feel unnatural like a zoom party.
I live in a 12-person community house in SF. We bought extra food and supplies a few weeks ago, made a written quarantine plan about two weeks ago, and pulled the trigger on our first level of quarantine last week.
Most of us are lucky we can work from home; another handful work without being around other people, and one helped persuade her work (with lots of kids) to cancel events and end the semester early.
We have been going outside but not to events, restaurants or being around other people. I went grocery shopping today and used gloves. We put a hygiene station at the door where people can sanitize their hands and wipe down their phones upon entry. We bought a LOT more soap.