i just know it’s here somewhere, the little spacer that goes between thought and speech, a.k.a the ”pause button”

mine is broken………………………..it’s like the transmission in my Yarus……………………….. it’s starting to slip and my ” pause button” allows things to slip out …………………………things that don’t need to be ” thought” much less spoken

controlling my thoughts

, not ready for that challenge, nor am i sure that it’s possible, the answer to that may rest with God and E.T.,{Eckhart Tolle} and no i am not comparing the two………………………………………i do think i can learn to police myself from dropping bombs and then dealing with the destruction and clean-up

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i was raised in a highlyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy opinionated family…………………………it was part of our everyday culture       that is how we interacted and communicated………………………………we would engage in debates about ” anything”…………………..i mean anything

my friends loved it………………………they would come over and watch the show, {sometimes it would take them a few minutes to realize we weren’t mad at anyone, we were just sparring, warming up for the main event usually at meal time}, they would watch the show, join in, shake their heads, howl and go home. we didn’t leave, we were ”home.”

now it has taken a longgggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg time for me to realize that most people don’t care about the details and minutiae of most things in life, i never understood that but i am starting to get it now…………never claimed to be a ”good” learner much less a ” quick one”

there are indeed times when one cannot and should not be silent, i know that, you know that…………………………and there are times when the strongest and kindest thing we can say is nothing………………….

where is that damn thing, i always keep a spare