Ahh, those moments when you become someone else. Times when you say things you would not say otherwise. Those times when emotions take over you, control you.
That is all she was able think today. She rarely lost control of her words. But today she had. Oh well.
Was she justified because she was right to be angry? Would being in the right justify the bad sentences that came out of her mouth?
She thought of that too. Ultimately, she decided that bad words were never justified. Not in her world at least. You should either let it go or watch your words, she thought to herself. Maybe bad words could be justified if the offending person was a bad, bad person. But not in this situation. This really didn’t fit her. She should have let it go. Oh well.
The bad things about words you say is that you can’t take them back. She loved Rumi the poet. He had said
“Before you speak, let your words pass through three gates:Is it true?Is it necessary?Is it kind?”
She hadn’t listened to him this time. Oh well.
In this situation, she was objectively justified. But she could not justify herself. Oh well.
I’ve done nothing at all today I just breathe and I eat and I pray My mind is contemplative And yet I’m inventative Why did God make me this way? I have written a poem, you demur Is that work like cleaning cat’s fur? I love little Minny She scratches the sinners Never ask me what my scars are
I have brushed all my hair I admit Well,I can’t find that comb for the nits I’ve got my dandruff shampoo What is it that you do? Gather it up bit by bit?
As we get older hair thins And we cannot open our tins But I love the privilege I am jury and love a judge I have a confession, I have sinned