You know that nursery rhyme “sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me?”

Every time I heard that as a kid, I always thought:

“Wanna make a bet?”

Words as weapons. What a concept.
Only it’s not a concept. It’s real. Words hurt.
And as I’ve grown, I’ve realized that words also heal.

Those sticks and stones deliver superficial pain. But words? They stick with you. They gnaw away at your soul. They cut. But they can also act as a force of good.

“Go fuck yourself!”

Ouch.

“Let’s fucking go!”

Oooooyeahhh!

“You’re sorry.”

Well that doesn’t feel good.

“I’m sorry.”

That’s better.

But words without intention are just…words.
I suppose in that waye very sentence I string together
is a loaded statement.
Why waste your time saying nothing?