Thursday, July 07, 2011

The Kid with her Foot in Mouth

I have been called blunt, abrupt, candid, outspoken, rude, forthright, tactless, frank, and matter-of-fact. I have spoken out when it would have been wiser to hold my tongue. I have blurted thoughts as they formed and asked the question 'but, why?' repeatedly.

Tact is not my strong suit. I have no personal boundaries. I say what I mean and mean what I say. Which means, I am often the one in the corner with her foot in her mouth.

Society is not very fond of bluntness - until it becomes irascibility, and then they dedicate books of quotations to you (W.C. Fields or Dorthy Parker, anyone?)  This is why I so often channel my words into story - in a story that you are making up, you can say anything and get away with it.

In the meantime, in case I am never published, I am on a personal quest to convert my mere bluntness into full-scale irascibility. If nothing else, I will be assured that my utterings will grace untold numbers of Toastmaster speeches and commencement addresses. One way or the other, my words will live on after I am nothing but dirt!

3 comments:

  1. Oh please. For a while I thought my foot in mought might be terminal! Insanity and menopause only go so far...LOL! At last someone who understands me! Great post!

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  2. Hey P.I.

    Cheers for stopping by! I have found you on Twitter - will try to keep 'following' from becoming 'stalking'!

    Seriously though - menopause is a good excuse! I plan on using that one!

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  3. I cannot wait to be able to write fiction instead of tragedy...

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