To forgive and forget? Kiss my ass.

To forgive and forget? Kiss my ass. - “To forgive and forget” — this line is the sinner’s favorite. Unsurprisingly, it is usually embraced by those who are guilty, those who know themselves to be sinners. They support this idea with passion — not out of virtue, but out of convenience. Why? Because deep down, they know they will sin again. They are hostages to their own pleasures — no matter how mean, obscene, immoral, or vile they are. By begging for forgiveness and getting it, they authorize themselves to do it all again. And again. And again.

They rely on the idea that you will forget. That somehow, your memory will magically erase the pain, the betrayal, the humiliation.Well — you stupid fuck — nobody forgets.

People might pretend. They might bury it. They might act like it didn’t matter. But lived experiences — especially the bad ones — are not forgotten. They don’t dissolve. They transform. They become lessons. And may all the saints protect you from the revenge of those who have truly learned their lessons — because those people are dangerous.

Why? Because they have meditated, again and again, on what was done to them. They’ve dissected it. They’ve named it. They’ve survived it. And their patience runs so deep that even God Himself might not compete with it. Their endurance isn't passive — it’s composed. Strategic. Lethal.

Now, of course, there are exceptions. Those who dramatize. Who wear their pain like a crown and use the sins of others as theater. They feed on gossip. They inflate their suffering to feel relevant or adored. Let’s leave these unfortunate ones aside — not because their pain isn’t real, but because they don’t seek resolution. They seek attention.

Instead, let’s talk about another kind of person — my kind of person. The kind that doesn’t know what the hell to do with apologies. What do you do when someone walks into your life, years after their wrongdoings, and says: “I’m sorry”?

I found myself in such a situation — and honestly, what the fuck am I supposed to do with these excuses?

Let’s look at it rationally. If I wasn’t visibly affected at the time — if I kept my composure and moved on quickly, even though I wanted to break their neck — why should I care about their apology now? Can an apology turn back time? Can it undo the damage? No.

So no — I’m not interested in your excuses.If you really want to show me you’re sorry, then have the guts to say:“I was an idiot, and you proved it to me.”Tell me you were a jerk. That you were blind, selfish, stupid. Even if it’s something I already knew — say it. Out loud. Not for you. For me.

Because at least that’s real.At least that gives me the satisfaction of hearing the truth from the lips of the one who caused the mess. Not that soft, dishonest, self-preserving bullshit we call apologies.

Your forgiveness-begging means nothing to me. Your excuses are empty words — vacuous syllables trying to wash away consequences. They don’t undo shit.

You want to do something that matters? Prove to me that you’ve learned the fucking lesson. Show me that you understood what you did. Show me you’ve changed not for my forgiveness — but for your own damn evolution.

And then — maybe — we’ll talk.But until then?

“To forgive and forget”?Kiss my ass.