Sticks and stones may break my bones,
but words will never hurt me
All we learnt in childhood may not be true. Well, atleast not for me. There are times when people say things to you, without actually sparing a thought how severe the impact can be. More trouble dealing with words, when they come from people so close to your heart. A fit of anger it may be or a simple wrong choice of words can put us into deep thought into the hows and whys of it. Words go a long way in mending broken walls and causing dents in otherwise strong friendships.
We're courteous with strangers. Saying sorry to someone you stepped on in the elevator and thankyou to the courier boy is effortless. And, when it comes to our closest relationships, thankyou's are absent, the sorry's get lost in the ego battles. Ironical, it is.
I wouldnt care a dime, if someone on the street messed with me, will probably just ignore it. We all ignore the comments from people that dont matter much. And people who do matter already know the good, the bad and the ugly about you. We all have shades of grey - nothing is black or white. Then why black is all people see. A Classic example of Selective Perception. And thats what makes them say things to you that hurt.
Friends may call their mockery as part of their jovial nature, but somewhere they need to know how much is enough. How much mockery and insensitive jibes by friends can you sustain. The other side of the problem is - its a difficult test to know which words to just let go off and smile, and which ones to cling to and feel bad about. Toss a coin anyone?
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