Wait...Why Am I Apologizing Again?

Maybe I'm a really bitter guy, or maybe I'm just jaded. Hell, maybe I've just been listening to too much Adam Carolla, but why is it that I've got to apologize for every little piece of crap even when it's not my fault. Or how about when I've got to say that whatever you did that might have offended me is "cool" or I say "don't worry about it". Look, if I didn't do anything wrong I ain't gonna apologize. For some reason I think this happens a bunch with significant others. One person gets all butt-hurt because they took something the wrong way and the other person then has to say that they're sorry because they misconstrued whatever it was they said. Why? Screw that, if you didn't understand what I meant when I said it, why should I be sorry? You're the one who should be apologizing to me for flying off the handle and making me go way in depth into what I actually meant and you still didn't get it, until finally half an hour later it took hold. By which time that person had been yelling their head off for quite some time. And oh, by the way, they don't apologize because they don't need to. They did nothing wrong...Well, except for asking for an apology 46 times in twelve minutes.