My words are yours now
I recently got into an argument with someone. It was one of the rare occasions when I was not able to contain my emotions.
As unhealthy as it sounds, I hate confrontations and usually prefer the silent treatment. But this time, I was pulled into arguing. We went back and forth for a good five minutes.
And then silence. No resolution.
Though I was upset, I was proud to say I didn’t raise my voice. That’s one of two rules I always try to follow: never raise my voice and always be kind.
For once, I managed to vent and voice out my long-kept thoughts. Weirdly enough, it felt good afterward. I felt calm.
I can’t remember the last time I had an argument with somebody. It was awkward yet relieving. For me, it was a healthy expression of what I’ve been meaning to say but couldn’t.
I tried to hold back but the words were persistent while a knot formed in my throat. Thankfully, the words didn’t turn into anything mean and harsh.
Looking back, I’m just glad that I didn’t say anything I’d regret. It’s easy to get sucked into heated arguments and lose control, but once words are spoken, they can’t be taken back.