Beware of uttering words even though you actually do mean it.
Because once you do, you can't get out of it and the word would eat you up.
You will be totally submerged into the word and its meaning.
If I may say in a fancy phrase: the word becomes you.
I always try to be careful with my words.
I tell stories, but rarely tell the whole truth.
My blog may seem like telling some nonsense stories at times, but is actually full of metaphors only I understand 100%.
Some readers may guess out its meaning, but would have to spend some time on it.
But sometimes emotions takeover my cerebrum.
Then some of words would just slip out of my mouth.
It would not be a lie. (I do not lie).
It would be a matter of how truthful the words are...
and when my emotions take over my frontal lobe functions, I just become too truthful.
And those incidents do happen to me despite of my lifelong practices of watching out on the words I use.
After that, my brain frets over what had been said.
It agrees that what was said is true, but frets over its consequences on myself and on the other end of the conversation.
Now, I am in that stage... I think...
Submerged and fretting.
Those words I am referring to, of course, would be something very easily found.
Those words would include something like the following: love, hate, like, dislike, care, or miss... something like those.
(When I mean uttering, it also includes any kind of verbal communication made with the other, including writing.)
Because once you do, you can't get out of it and the word would eat you up.
You will be totally submerged into the word and its meaning.
If I may say in a fancy phrase: the word becomes you.
I always try to be careful with my words.
I tell stories, but rarely tell the whole truth.
My blog may seem like telling some nonsense stories at times, but is actually full of metaphors only I understand 100%.
Some readers may guess out its meaning, but would have to spend some time on it.
But sometimes emotions takeover my cerebrum.
Then some of words would just slip out of my mouth.
It would not be a lie. (I do not lie).
It would be a matter of how truthful the words are...
and when my emotions take over my frontal lobe functions, I just become too truthful.
And those incidents do happen to me despite of my lifelong practices of watching out on the words I use.
After that, my brain frets over what had been said.
It agrees that what was said is true, but frets over its consequences on myself and on the other end of the conversation.
Now, I am in that stage... I think...
Submerged and fretting.
Those words I am referring to, of course, would be something very easily found.
Those words would include something like the following: love, hate, like, dislike, care, or miss... something like those.
(When I mean uttering, it also includes any kind of verbal communication made with the other, including writing.)
