I’m sorry I don’t like Star Wars.

I’m sorry I don’t like sports.

I’m sorry I don’t share your love of Dave Matthews Band or Friends or whatever it is you imagine I should like.

I know you’re just trying to find common ground, and I’m sorry that when you ask me about these topics, I don’t know what to say, except that I don’t like them.

I’m sorry you think I’m a contrarian, that I’m forming my opinions with an agenda.

I’m sorry you gave up trying to find something to talk about.

I’m sorry you walked away in frustration.

I’m sorry I don’t like the things that you like.

I’m sorry it kept us from being friends.

I’m sorry I’m not the person you thought I was, and I’m sorry you never gave the person I am a chance.