When was the last time you really wanted (or needed) to say something, but kept quiet? Write a post about what you should’ve said.
I don’t know. My mind is never calm. I know I’m not alone in this. We all tend to think a million different things and end up saying something that would be considered the best option – not something that we should have said instead. And at more tragic times, we don’t even say anything. That is the worst of all.
But there is a thing about Silence. When you keep something to yourself, that deserves to be said out loud – you traumatize yourself. *If you’re that sensitive, that is!* But when you speak all of your thoughts aloud, there is a very high probability that you will be hurting someone or even yourself. Our mind has filters; the content that are deemed fit are only spoken out loud. The other raw data – mostly the ones that hold utmost importance are carefully picked and altered and modified and decorated beautifully and thrown out. Then there is this third category, you know what you have to say. You want to say it. You just cannot say it. You stay quiet. It’s the most dangerous genre. Never do that, I tell you.
When I was in my fourth grade, there was a friend of mine named umm…lets say Elena. *Ofcourse, name’s changed* She was a nice little girl, but there was this Scholastic Yearly Book Fair that happens in our school. We used to go see all the bookshelves and bunk classes without even realizing that we are actually so cool to bunk! Elena stole a Clifford book. That big red doggie book. It was worth some 75 bucks I guess. But she stole it. I was scared. I knew I should convince her and make her keep it back or give it to the teacher or something, but I was scared of losing my friend. So I just stayed quiet. And now, if THIS memory comes back after all these years, I realize it has affected me more than I thought it did. Maybe I should have told her its not right.
Am I normal ? *sigh*