Ugh, that first instinct. That moment when you want to just say exactly what's on your mind, no matter the consequences. When you're hurt or mad and all you want is to lash out and be ugly, or when you're all goofy-dizzy and you just want to yell out all of the mush inside of you. I can't tell you how often I've typed out an email or a Twitter and then deleted it almost immediately. If I emailed/Twittered my every thought...wow, I imagine that my life would be in a fair amount of disarray.
I don't think of myself as a passive-aggressive person, so when I have the urge to type something snipe-y because I'm too chicken to say how I really feel, I smack myself. I refuse to be one of those PA people. Either say it or shut up.
Even though I know that it's the right thing to do (believe me) I still hate the twisty feeling that I get in my stomach when I override my instinct to say what I'm thinking. Now, look, don't give me all that bull about being honest about your feelings. If everyone was honest all the time, well, hell. Things would be fucking insane. So, I push it down. Sit on it. Joke.
Come on, what's the worst that could happen? ;)
Oh, man! I just clicked on that link and it scared the heck out of me.... and Daniel laughed. Thanks for that. ;P
Posted by: Keely | January 11, 2008 at 10:25 PM
I'm gonna have nightmares---and I didn't even have the sound player working.
Posted by: Gymshoes | January 21, 2008 at 01:08 PM