Next time, just punch me in the face, it would be over quicker.

To anyone with a shred of social or emotional intelligence, the term "I'm sorry you feel that way." or any of it's clones "I'm sorry you're angry, aggravated, pissed, or freaking out" isn't really an apology.  It's the classic un-apology. A smarmy way of both ridding yourself of any need to apologize and highlighting the behavior of someone else.

In my world, it's the opposite of anything even remotely resembling an apology. It's a gallon of gasoline and a brick of fireworks on an already burning fire. It's a nuke. It's the red button.  It's serious.  It is the end of all rational conversation. It is the grand finale. It is about the only thing that will make me lose my composure.  It might be distasteful to some, or exasperating, but to me, it's fucking infuriating.  Not like I hide this fact. Everyone knows this about me. Everyone that loves me, and knows even a little bit about my history knows that I spend my whole life, getting this "I'm sorry you feel that way" shit in place of an apology from my mother.  For the longest time, I thought that it is simply the way you say sorry.  I'm sorry...you feel that way.  It's like a household phrase over there.  It took me years to stop self blaming.  Years of self examination.  Even joking about it, or hearing it on TV raises my hackles a little.

Now I'm angry. I went from being mildly annoyed at juvenile behavior, to full on angry at a complete douchebag.

So when you're being mildly annoying, and I snap at you for interrupting my phone conversation, or for being self absorbed...either apologize, or don't. Go be quiet somewhere, or something.  I don't need a special fucking apology.  Don't go around the house throwing your hands in the air, like "ooh, loook out, someone's being a hysterical bitch", then top it off with the grand anti-apology.   Because the hysterical bitch doesn't come out till "I'm sorry you're aggravated."  Silence might have been better.  Kicking me in the shin might have been better.  You don't need to be sorry, whatever. Who the fuck cares. If silence prevailed, it would have faded, and ended, and I would have gotten over being annoyed.

Instead, I'm sitting here, writing this, trying not to witch you into breaking a bone.