Actions have consequences. Some of these consequences are obvious. Others probably should be, but aren’t. I have a terrible track record when it comes to not anticipating significant consequences to my actions.
This past week, I stepped on my dick pretty forcefully. I unintentionally disrespected a friend, and even more so, her husband – a man with whom I’ve never held a single conversation.
I purchased a gift for her, without asking permission first. She and I share an interest in a particular type of item, and in casual conversation she mentioned a couple of models of said item that she would like to have. I decided to buy them for her.
I didn’t do it because she can’t afford them herself; the entire purchase cost less than my last solo trip to a steakhouse. I didn’t do it because I’m romantically interested in her; I’m not. I did it because she had helped me out on more than one occasion when I really needed some moral support (just saying thank you didn’t seem sufficient), because I like to be useful, and because I just wanted to. Selfish reasons, really, even though the act may seem otherwise on the surface.
My friend was gracious, and no mention was made of any offense or a slight. But that doesn’t change reality. I was very much in the wrong.
Sir, I’m sorry. Please know that I meant nothing inappropriate, and I will do nothing of the sort again. I hope that no offense was taken. If it was, I humbly beg your forgiveness.