I was quick to be pissed off this week.
I got irritated when a reader made some “colorful” remarks on a book series that I loved when I was still in my teens.
I got miffed when another reader commented that I keep my mouth shut on my own blog.
What is it with people nowadays?
It’s not enough that we judge each other inside our own heads. We still need to say hurtful things when we can choose our words carefully and still manage to say what we feel.
*blows hair from my face*
I am brutally honest to a fault. It was my greatest flaw during high school (I think). Back then, I was not afraid to hurt my friends when I speak my mind. But now, I’ve mellowed out. My friends teased me that I’ve gone soft. Marriage tempered my mouth. Maybe. Or maybe, I just grew up.
Don’t get me wrong. I am still frank. Although I now speak when the heat of the moment has passed. I run the lines that I am about to say in my mind a hundred times before saying them out loud. And I choose not-too-harsh words to deliver.
Curving my patience is such a chore, but it got easy when I slip into the new roles in my life. Breadwinner. Wife. Mother.
But sometimes, I slipped to my old self. And I ask myself, is that so bad?