Of bluntness and misunderstandings
Once again I'm tossing and turning in my bed and I can't seem to sleep. And here I am at my keyboard desperate to get the hurt and frustration out. I find solace in writing. I can express myself and be real and people don't have to agree, but I can have a valid opinion because I'm just writing. I usually don't have a argument or real huge point to get across. My writing is usually just a jumble of my heart put into words. The cycle of how I am perceived continues. My whole life I have been the person who speaks too bluntly and then hurts people's feelings and then I have to humble myself and work through how I was experienced by the other person. Sometimes it ends well. Sometimes not so well. When I was a little girl, I was asked to leave a home school group because I was just too blunt. In another home school group, instead of working out the problems, a family left because of me. My best friends in 5th grade ganged up on me during a school car