Words Have Consequences

They do.

When will anyone around me start realising that? Okay, maybe not everyone's like that, but it is the overwhelming majority of teenyboppers that annoy me. Rumour after rumour; gossip after gossip; sometimes it gets so widespread people do believe the lies, maybe at times, even myself.

We all know the saying that compares the pen to the sword, but words will always be sharper than any blade that anyone will ever wield. Why? The wounds we cause by our words are not physical. There is not direct remedy for them, and most of the time, they're just swept under and hidden, and we move on pretending that the events never happened and the people never existed.

Yet, ironically, the same words that are used to tear someone down are used to comfort, to affirm. And I firmly believe in affirmation. No, I'm not a narcissist who needs to further inflate my ego, but rather, it gives you the conviction and the confirmation to know that you are doing something right; to continue doing it, and not give up. That is why I guess I treasure those letters and notes from Sis alot - because she makes me realise that I'm going in the right direction; that whatever discouragement comes my way, she'll be there for me.

And words can be so mechanical at times. We have SMS, MSN, ICQ and other means of communcation that everything grows so cold nowadays. Close friends can testify that I'd go down to the other ends of Singapore to meet them face to face, instead of choosing to communicate through such mediums. Everyone around seems so cold lately. Maybe it's the Sec4 syndrome - everyone's stressed out over the O's which aren't arriving anytime soon. The RG girls are dying from work, even though they're not taking their O's. Charmaine doesn't even have time to take a phone call, and Melissa's ranting on about work in upper secondary being a killer. Yeah. The holidays would be a good time to catch up with people, especially those dearly loved.

Somehow I feel I could blog a whole thesis on the 5 love languages, but I don't think I shall. I feel at times I break most stereotypes of being male, or being a guy. As strange as it sounds, I guess one way to really make my day is to give me a hug. Seriously. Bronson would know, especially when I'm down. It's the physical presence of having someone who cares which makes you feel secure; makes you feel loved. And more often than not I guess I break down in those moments.

Just like I feel I'm going to soon. It's 2 weeks to the holidays. I don't intend to carry such baggage to school. And the irony is that the burden that I'm carrying isn't mine per se. It isn't mine to solve. It's someone else's. Yet once again I'm tied down by the things that bother friends worth dying for, and I make (sometimes) empty promises of walking it through with them, and so often I'm caught up in trying to deal with those issues that I forget they aren't my own.

Electives start tomorrow. I hope it'll be a good two weeks of much needed rest...