Saying the Wrong Thing

There’s really only so much I can say. I find myself running my mouth a bit these days. I’ve never thought of myself as someone who would fall into the category of a mouth runner/shit talker or whatever term you would like to apply to someone who tends to say too much. I think most people have those special moments where we say something and we instantly wish we hadn’t. I like to think of taking it back as speaking in reverse. But I’m the girl who thinks of vomiting as eating in reverse. It’s kind of the same principle, actually.

So why don’t I write more these days? Perhaps you’re familiar with the adage that if you don’t have anything nice to say you should not say anything at all? Now consider my silence.  Yeah. It’s like that.

Okay, okay…it’s not that I don’t have anything nice to say. Perhaps it would be better to say that I don’t have anything productive to say. For example, if someone who you find mildly irritating says something to the effect of “Hi, how are you today?” is it productive to say “I was managing this day much better prior to having been disenchanted by the mere sound of your voice”? 

No. It’s not. And knowing -  as they say -  is half the battle.

As for the other half of the battle, it’s about self control – Something I believe to be a highly overrated phenomenon. What has self control ever done for me? Well let me just tell you that I am the happiest I’ve ever been since I stopped saying what I think, eating what I like, and started keeping my hands to myself. Really. Everyone should experience the joy only self control can bring.