Mean

I do not ever intend to be mean to people. The words that so effortlessly run out of my mouth have the tendency though to not be nice. I was in the gym with my good friend Dan. We were waiting to play racquetball. As we were about to head into the locker room, a girl walking through the hall stopped an looked at me. She said, "hey, I recognize you from somewhere." I looked at her. Then, I looked even harder. I did not know who this girl was. I do not recall ever seeing her in my life. All I could say was, "um, I don't recognize you from anywhere or don't think I have ever seen you." With that, we departed ways, she heading down the hallway, and me into the locker room. My friend Dan just laughed and said it was hilarious what I had just done. I, on the other hand, realized how mean I had been and felt horrible about it. I am sorry to this girl. Next time, I will talk with you and see how we know each other. And to the rest of you out there that I have offended (for I know there are many), I am sorry. My goal is to only try and say nice things, even if the the mean things I say come as a joke. I am sorry.