Yes, I do admit when I’m wrong, and I genuinely know how to say sorry. In fact, this is one trait I’ve consciously built over time, even though it isn’t always easy or comfortable.
Honestly, I would describe myself as someone who is quick to admit fault when I know I’m wrong. Sometimes, I even go as far as saying sorry for things I didn’t directly cause, especially when i know doing so will calm tension and allow peace to reign.
A clear example of this happened last year, just before I travelled home for the Christmas break. One of my roommates misplaced his power bank, and the whole room was thrown into confusion. Everyone started and somehow, the power bank was found inside my box. At that moment, the atmosphere completely changed. Anger replaced confusion, and my roommate became furious. Some of the others even started calling me names and accusing me of stealing it.
The truth is, I had absolutely no idea how that power bank ended up in my box. I never used it, never touched it, and never even had any intention of taking it. I was genuinely shocked when it was found there. Despite knowing I was innocent, I still apologized. I said sorry, not because I stole it, but because I understood how the situation looked and how upsetting it must have been for him.
Looking back, I also realized that I wasn’t entirely blameless. When I returned to school, I abandoned my box and barely checked it because I had already moved all my belongings into my wardrobe. The box wasn’t useful to me anymore, so I ignored it. If I had been more attentive and checked it when my roommate was searching, I might have discovered the power bank earlier and returned it immediately. That simple action could have prevented the misunderstanding, the anger, and the accusations.
At the end of the day, that experience taught me that admitting your fault doesn’t always mean accepting blame for something you didn’t do. Sometimes, it just means acknowledging where you could have acted better.
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