I often think the world would be a better place if we simply didn't open our mouths and speak at all. Or at least if and when we did there was an enforced period of silence where we were forced to work out whether there might be something offensive or triggering in what we are about to say. Or even just a general check for stupidity, dip the litmus paper on your tongue and check it for levels of acidity. If for any reason you're feeling unsure just stay silent as a church mouse. We all carry our own gripes. For example when a fat person tells a skinny person “it's alright for you, you can eat what you want,” they're often missing the fact that most skinny people are that way because of eating disorders that they're really not keen on other people finding out about. Or when the skinny person tells that story to someone they trust and in turn fat shame them are they at least the better person for not saying that they think they're fat to their face? Are they both...
A holding pen for the thousands of words that spill from my mind daily and need some place to live outside of my jumbled mind. From short stories to missives, random thoughts, poetry and more. I apologise in advance to all those who enter. May you do so at your own peral