I remember that time I made a terrible first impression with you. I don’t remember if I had been stuck in traffic, or if I hadn’t eaten, or if I forgot deodorant that day, but something happened, and I wasn’t respectful of you and your time like I should have been.
I remember that time I tried to impress you with a witty joke, and I came across like a real jackass. My comment was offensive, unthoughtful, and out of a desperation to have you believe I am still relevant and entertaining to you.
I haven’t forgotten the time you were talking, and I wasn’t listening to you as much as I was waiting for you to take a breath so I could jump in and say something awesome. I was going to one-up you, because I felt like I had to match you. Everything is a competition, you know.
That time I promised you something, but then didn’t come through on it? Well, that’s because I haven’t quite learned how to control the universe. I know that I didn’t come through, and even after all this time, it still gets to me. I still remember it like it was this morning.
So many mistakes, man. I remember so many stupid things I’ve done to so many people who didn’t deserve it.
Funny thing is, I don’t remember anything dumb, thoughtless, or insensitive that you’ve done to me. Sure, maybe in the moment I recognize it, but that was so long ago… how do you expect me to keep track of the silly things you did…
I can’t for the life of me recall you doing any of the above to me.
tl/dr: Don’t worry about other people keeping score of your foul-ups, most times they so are focused on their own, that they won’t notice.
A Consummate Confessional 