Yesterday, I inadvertently bruised and battered a friendship, which left said friendship in critical condition, all because of a few words. They weren’t bad words, they weren’t even hurtful in the way you’d expect, but they still hurt the person to whom I said the words.
I’m all about words over here. I even have a website called Word HUGS dedicated to growing myself and others into “encouraging word specialists.” This scenario is why I maintain the website. I need constant reminders to behave in the words department. Even so, sometimes I forget and I let the words, albeit rough and jagged-edged, fly into the face of whomever I’m talking to or communicating with.
Yes, I admit it; I have a tendency to say things that unknowingly hurt people. I sincerely don’t mean for my words to be hurtful, but truth does that sometimes.
I refuse to beat around the bush or couch my words with subtleties. I have something to say, so I say it, outright, no matter how outlandish. I don’t say what I say to be mean, at least not on a conscious level. There’s no changing me at this point in my life, but when my words hurt someone I care about, they hurt me, too, evidenced by the loss, or at least the severe wounding, of a friendship.
Here’s the crux of the problem with me and my relationship with words: I have what seems to be a slight masochistic tendency to be blunt despite the hurt it will cause ME, MYSELF and I. *Sigh*
Here’s what I hope: I hope that those who really know me and care about me will accept me, now and in the future, for the truth I bring to a conversation.
There’s only one thing I can do to make amends for the insensitive words I said. Forgive myself and pray that my friend will find it in her heart to forgive me, too.