Of late I am becoming word wearing to the point of world weary…
I’m tired of being misinterpreted and misconstrued and being on the receiving end of unsolicited advice…
And generally being in the midst of words being flung about with nary a care for their weight and wounding ability…
Words… the double edged sword… The power to hurt or heal…
And wisely do we really choose them… eh??? oops… see… I meant… how wisely do we really choose them… or… do we really choosing them wisely… chooosing them??? eeek…. do we really choose them wisely!!
AT LAST!!! I GOT THERE!!!
Jeez these letters are slippery…
I’m tired of trying to work out if and when and how to respond…
I am so very very tired…
I’m tired of feeling the sword of Damocles hanging over my head…
Dare I open my mouth…
How will it be (mis)taken…
They say that words are cheap…
But what about consequences…
They have the potential to be painfully expensive…
And while I ponder all of this…
Out of the blue…
I get a message from an old friend…
I saw this and I thought of you…
Thank you old friend…
You have saved my aching brain…
As now I have a canned response…
And those that know me will know what I mean…
And will return my laugh
And those that don’t know me but think that I am mean…
Well they can read it as a wave goodbye…
🙂
The pure and blessed way 
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