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“Sticks and stones break my bones, but words can never hurt me.”
What was an early experience where you learned that language had power?
I hate to admit this but I’ve never been perfect.
*snort* I KNOW! Shocker.
Sometimes I made others angry. Some of their words left scars. Deep scars I carried with me for years. Logically, the source was angry, and I knew it. I understood it. But I also believed what they said. Their words were vicious and cruel. I still think they meant them.
I’d get sad. It haunted me. Time doesn’t heal everything. Sometimes it makes it worse. I’d hear those words over and over again.
It took time, but I learned from this.
To prevent harm:
I understand feeling anger and being cruel are two different things. When I’m angry—still not perfect—I watch my mouth.
I found a solution (for me at any rate).
And to protect myself:
It doesn’t mean it’s true—period. Or that everyone agrees with them. Or that I should accept their opinion as a fact.
I refuse. I’m in control.
With that simple opinion—my opinion which is just as valid as theirs—I take the power of hurtful, thoughtless words and make them disappear.
Behind our good manners and overall respect for others, we don’t know what we do. We all have history. Nics and cuts from long ago. So does everyone else.
One small comment. A teasing joke meant as acceptance. A thought said aloud, normally harmless, can cut to the core. We can’t prevent it. We’re not psychics.
Know this. Feel this.
Be honest if you can and gentle if you can’t.
That said, each reader has a choice to suspend disbelief and dive into a story. I hope each time they do, they have a hell of a ride.
Words are power.
Please add your thoughts on how words work for you. 😉