Sometimes, even the biggest mouth has to close.
See, me getting “fired” (or laid off, depending on what employment specialist on the news is speaking) was bad, mainly because I’m a busy body. I like moving, but because I’m moving so much, I do more speaking than listening. Not saying I don’t listen, but at times, we are put in a position to where people want to hear your voice, so we oblige. Without thinking. So, while the firing was terrible, it put me in a position to shut up because…well….my feelings were hurt. Its hard to expand on thoughts when your thoughts are filled with anger and bullshit.
I didn’t tweet. Or facebook. All my blogs and forums fell behind. I maybe talked to three people on a regular. What can I say? I was pissed. But in bring pissed, I had to be focused. And focusing included being quiet, and in being quiet, my thoughts were allowed to vented themselves.
I will not say that I’m just peachy. I’m not. My ego is bruised and cut, and some times, salt is poured in the wounds. But I have found a more….aggressive…approach to my stories and poetry. If that job and the subsequent events surrounding it taught me nothing else, it taught me to not be scared of how uneducated I may sound, because there are so many that have more education and sound like a damn fool.
Closed mouth = a bit of learning.