Sticks and Stones....

May break my bones, but words, they can never hurt me.

This old kindergarten rhyme came to my mind today. Mostly because others around me are acting as if they are in kindergarten. Sad, really. Grown adults calling people names. The old poem is not really quite true though. I think, personally sometimes words hurt worse than sticks and stones. Bruises and even broken bones heal, but sometimes feelings, friendships, whatever, sometimes they just can't go back to the way they were... All because of some words.

I guess that is why you should think, before you speak. Lesson learned for myself as well. I did not call anyone names, and am pretty sure I would not stoop to such a level as a 30 year old woman... but I do not always say nice things and I always should. You shouldn't say something about someone if its something you would not say to their faces. I get annoyed sometimes but that is no reason to run my mouth. I get it.

So sticks and stones and broken bones, words and all that... I am not sure if I am working, or attending kindergarten tomorrow but I hope this crap passes soon. I am done with it already.

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