Practical reconciliation means never having to say you’re sorry, and when you think about it, nothing complicates matters more than the erroneous impression that you actually care.
Politeness costs nothing, so in the era of the bottom line, that means it has no actual value. There’s a big gap in the gift and greeting card market for a section that helps you to tell someone to go and earn themselves a baby bonus in a furm but civilised manner, and nothing says “get over it” more politely than a beribboned John Howard glued stubbornly to your front doorstep.
Every time you trip over him on the way out, you’ll receive a bracing, backbone-stiffening, sinew-strengthening lack of apology, with an occasional admonition that it’s time to move on if you start wallowing in your banged elbow or bruised knee. No fancy rhetoric is going to make it any better so do something practical and stop your whingeing because nobody’s going to do anything about it anyway.
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