word vomit
We forget to stop and smell the words
with so many words whizzing past us in today's incessant blah-blah-blah, it's easy to absorb them only as a sloppy blob of shapes and sounds, missing their subtle shades of meaning. Noting the differences between words is similar, i suppose, to "stopping to smell the roses"--when you take the time, you become aware that while all roses smell unmistakeably like a rose, they do not all smell alike, even if each one is glorious and well worth your time.
When words betray us
If we're not choosing our words deliberately, we run the risk of telling the world one thing when what we think we mean is something else entirely.
Solution: say what you mean, mean what you say
This, by far, is one of my biggest problems lately. I mosey-around how I really feel, substituting what I think might be "easier", or more comfortable, or avoiding it all together. In doing so, my words betray me. once more, I STILL haven't been able to say all the things I needed to say...and probably say something stupid--or worse, half-hearted--instead.
All I know is how I feel. Even then, i still dont quite know ...not enough to shape into words anyway. And that never happens to me: that right-away dumbfounded too nervous to speak comprehensibly kind of thing.
And now I can't help but think that I might have missed out on something great.
with so many words whizzing past us in today's incessant blah-blah-blah, it's easy to absorb them only as a sloppy blob of shapes and sounds, missing their subtle shades of meaning. Noting the differences between words is similar, i suppose, to "stopping to smell the roses"--when you take the time, you become aware that while all roses smell unmistakeably like a rose, they do not all smell alike, even if each one is glorious and well worth your time.
When words betray us
If we're not choosing our words deliberately, we run the risk of telling the world one thing when what we think we mean is something else entirely.
Solution: say what you mean, mean what you say
This, by far, is one of my biggest problems lately. I mosey-around how I really feel, substituting what I think might be "easier", or more comfortable, or avoiding it all together. In doing so, my words betray me. once more, I STILL haven't been able to say all the things I needed to say...and probably say something stupid--or worse, half-hearted--instead.
All I know is how I feel. Even then, i still dont quite know ...not enough to shape into words anyway. And that never happens to me: that right-away dumbfounded too nervous to speak comprehensibly kind of thing.
And now I can't help but think that I might have missed out on something great.
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