You know what? I am. I’m sorry I have ADHD.
I’m sorry that I behave the way I do at times.
I’m sorry I forget things. I’m sorry I’m late.
I’m sorry I’m not listening. I’m sorry I interrupted you.
I’m sorry, too, that I enjoy myself a lot. I’m sorry I laugh at my own jokes, they’re sometimes funnier than you think they are because of some connection you aren’t seeing.
I’m sorry I volunteer to do way more than I am able to humanly do and then fail at most of it because I can’t just let any of it go so I try to do it all.
I’m sorry that I am distracted when I go to pick things up at the store and end up with five things when I went to get three and only one of the five were on the original list.
I’m sorry I’m late, I couldn’t find my keys again, and yes they were in the lock on the outside of my front door.
I’m sorry I’m late, I forgot what day today is.
I’m sorry I’m late, I forgot we were meeting.
I’m sorry I’m late, where were we meeting?
I’m sorry I’m late, I was riding bikes.
I’s sorry that you thought I was really interested in the thing you invited me to that I didn’t get to, I was really interested, last week, but now there’s six other shiny things in front of me.
I’m sorry I watched TV for four hours when I was supposed to do the laundry, but Brett was totally suffering a massive heart attack and his ex wife Trish it turns out still loves him and that scheming bitch Candace who stole him away from Trish in the first place doesn’t care about him at all she just wanted the horse ranch all along and now Billy the hired hand and Candace are doing the …
I’m sorry I lost my job again, but even though I said it was exactly what I wanted to do when I quit the last job, it really wasn’t for me. I think I want to be a circus clown now.
I’m sorry I didn’t finish that project I started where I was painting a feature wall plaid in the den, I got caught up in this other idea to carpet the attic with discontinued carpet samples.
I’m sorry I have ADHD … and am having too damned much fun at it to care.