i used to be a blower. i was a spear throwing, say what you think you mean, mean what you feel like meaning, pick up the pieces later kind of fighter. over the years i have become quite the stuffer. if i don't know how to say what i mean or i don't think it will be received or i don't think any good will come of it, i just don't say. i don't think i'm to the point of avoiding conflict. i've just screwed enough things up and hurt enough people's feelings to last until my surprise 70th birthday party.
but i'd like to find out what is behind door number 3, because neither stuffing nor blowing are really working for me. i don't want to be the proud recipient of a new figurative hole in the posterior, nor do i want to have someone stuff their issues with me and give me the silent treatment
both hurt.
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