Do you know what happened to me last week...I was attacked by the "F" word.
People drop that F bomb to solidify boundaries. You're there. I'm here. Back up, fool.
It's a wall. And oddly enough it brings freedom when it trickles off the tongue of its master.
I cannot tell you how many times I've been assaulted by this word. It keeps me in my place. I feel pimp slapped and suffocated all at the same time.
But then I get angry. What can I say or do to combat the effects of such a ferocious word?
Instead of a comeback, I'm left to sizzle in my own thoughts. Wondering why I even let such an ignorant display of self preservation affect me so.
But then I realize something else,
Something far more scary than the "F" word itself...
It's the knowing that this word actually needed to be said.
Nothing else would have had the same power and influence.
A boundary needed to be placed.
Because truth be told, I was feeling woozy and a bit dreamy eyed and muddled about my intentions, my opinions, and my stance.
But now, there's no mistaking, I know where I truly stand.
Although it's not December 31st, I was curious and ready to bet it all, once again.
But you have outrightly declared that you and I will...most likely... only be...
― Ralph Waldo Emerson