Unless you actually backed into someone’s Honda, stop saying it. You are not sorry for having a different opinion. You are not sorry for taking the last piece of cake. You are not sorry for leaving the party at 9:15 because your back hurts and the music is too loud. “No” is a complete sentence. “I don’t want to” is a close second.
I stopped dyeing my hair last spring. Not because I suddenly “embraced my inner silver fox” (barf), but because I ran out of f*cks the same week I ran out of root touch-up. My stylist asked if I was sure. I said, “Watch this.” And then I went to brunch. Nobody died. In fact, a 28-year-old told me I looked “powerful.” I wanted to hug her and also ask if she knew where I left my reading glasses. 50 something mag
So go ahead. Be too much. Be too loud. Be too honest. Be too happy. Unless you actually backed into someone’s Honda, stop
This next act doesn’t require a costume. It requires a megaphone and a very low tolerance for nonsense. You are not sorry for leaving the party
By Terry McMillan’s fictional best friend (and yours, too)