I Speak Now

Keeping my mouth shut is what I do best. Less talk, less trouble; the more talk, the more prone you are to misquotations and misinterpretations. Word travels fast, faster than a speeding bullet. When it reaches the grapevine, you’ll be amazed at how a simple story has been twisted and turned into an interestingly big story-the more sensationalized, the better, or at how a good intentioned slash well-intended sentence turns into a “meaningfully” loaded interpretation that’s unbelievably so far out from the truth.

Someone told me the other day I have to be assertive and tough, which I obviously lack. I’ve always been a non-confrontational person. Well not always. I used to be the bully way back when I was in my pre-school/elementary years. I was always the leader. And now twenty three years later, I just let other people handle and do all the talking. I would usually give in and agree along for the sake of camaraderie. There are certain exceptions though. I do speak up only when it is absolutely necessary. When things get personal then that’s the time I speak up. Otherwise I couldn’t careless.

I am slowly finding this to be a not-so-good a choice though. Keeping quiet seems to be not enough anymore. I’ve discovered that less talk would mislead people to wrong judgments about you. While I would prefer to keep mum and allow people to think whatever they want to think, I am now finding the urge to speak out loud. It’s a man-eats-world out there. If you don’t want to get trampled on, it’s imperative to speak up and let your voice be heard, which exactly I am trying hard to do now.