tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378074098323574416.post3475217821768708811..comments2023-10-28T15:22:39.389+00:00Comments on What can't be looked for: The words that hurt youCraverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13162735846773014967noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378074098323574416.post-16406092837338680062009-12-09T19:59:53.549+00:002009-12-09T19:59:53.549+00:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378074098323574416.post-72977936324099054522009-03-18T18:01:00.000+00:002009-03-18T18:01:00.000+00:00Since words are my business, my career, this entry...Since words are my business, my career, this entry had particular resonance for me. I decided to pursue writing professionally because, somewhat idealistically, I believed in their power to influence complete strangers. I had visions of writing something so meaningful, so powerful that someone far away who didn't know me from Adam would read it and be moved.<BR/><BR/>I also heeded a j-school prof's advice on the power of the words I wrote. He said we needed to consciously decide if we were going to use them for good or for evil, because they could be powerful weapons in either case.<BR/><BR/>Your words here illustrate that beautifully. I'm inspired that you've used the painful experiences as a catalyst for growth. I wish more folks take the time to learn just how much impact they can have with supposedly forgettable words.carmilevyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00360045114379957605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378074098323574416.post-5054114361618672502009-03-15T22:16:00.000+00:002009-03-15T22:16:00.000+00:00What a horrible thing to say. Sadly, the terrible...What a horrible thing to say. Sadly, the terrible things seem to stick with us longer than the kindest of words.<BR/><BR/>I'm with the others, JC. You are a treasure of a person - and even more so as a friend!<BR/><BR/>May the speaker come to know (and feel) just how terrible those words really were.rennratthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08258514296905380163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378074098323574416.post-56223868389095840732009-03-15T13:36:00.000+00:002009-03-15T13:36:00.000+00:00The hell with them. Though hurtful words do linge...The hell with them. Though hurtful words do linger within us I try everyday to look to the future and I try not to let those past hurts hurt me anymore. All they have done for me is to allow me to be a stronger person. I am better than my past hurts and SO ARE YOU.<BR/>Even though we have never met I get, from your writing, that you are a strong, intellegent and nice person. I don't mean plastic, smiley nice but a good person.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378074098323574416.post-72014767948298808492009-03-15T02:46:00.000+00:002009-03-15T02:46:00.000+00:00It would be nice if that old rhyme that begins wit...It would be nice if that old rhyme that begins with "sticks and stones" were true.<BR/><BR/>I hope you are able to evict those hurtful words from you head soon. They say far more about the person who uttered them than they ever will about you. Your friends who commented before me proves that.Krishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12322313137207965617noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378074098323574416.post-43251417412828072972009-03-14T04:50:00.000+00:002009-03-14T04:50:00.000+00:00Fuck that, Binky. I wish you a long and fruitful l...Fuck that, Binky. I wish you a long and fruitful life, full off dogs and friends and love. And everyone knows that my mad skills beat out everything else. <BR/><BR/>And Binky? Stop listening to stupid people.Tracy Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05310783668282179929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378074098323574416.post-21987400253917717012009-03-14T04:36:00.000+00:002009-03-14T04:36:00.000+00:00oh hell no.I can't even begin to imagine how utter...oh <I>hell</I> no.<BR/><BR/>I can't even begin to imagine how utterly bitter and fucked up the speaker of that wish must be. That they'd say that to <I>anyone</I> tells me more than I need to know about them. That they'd say it to someone who could.not.possibly deserve it less... well it suggests that this is an individual with a lot of self loathing who chooses to turn it on someone else rather than deal with it.<BR/><BR/>But I get it. I get why it eats at you. I remember shit said to me 35 years ago when I was not so wise and well adjusted and the way it almost convinced me that I really was as feeble as everybody said.<BR/><BR/>So even though it won't take the hurt out of it, and even though you'll hear it from anybody who's known you for more than about five minutes I'm gonna say it anyway. You ain't ever, <I>ever</I> gonna be lonely because the people who know you love you. It's unavoidable. And me personally... I'm not just glad to call you a friend, I'm <I>proud</I> to call you a friend. So the notion of you leading a lonely life... not while I have the strength to draw breath you won't.<BR/><BR/>Those other words are still there, hanging around, probing for a crack to squeeze through, waiting for a weak moment when they can do their damage. I'm hoping mine -- and the others here -- are stronger. And they will be if you feed 'em. And let those other ones starve.<BR/><BR/>I don't know if that helps or not. But for whatever it's worth, I'm just sayin...Mojohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03498213932233245032noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378074098323574416.post-39975667150255600942009-03-14T02:37:00.000+00:002009-03-14T02:37:00.000+00:00I have a hard time letting go of words, too. That...I have a hard time letting go of words, too. That's actually putting it lightly. I know where you're coming from, if only a little. It's really hard to say fuck it, even if you really do feel that way. <BR/><BR/>But in some ways, more subtle ways to you maybe, this has taught you to be so careful with your words. You've said (written?) things to me that are so kind and well thought out and mean so much. You've taken that from hearing the bad words, and that really means more to others than you might ever know.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378074098323574416.post-33008545167385177102009-03-13T23:44:00.000+00:002009-03-13T23:44:00.000+00:00How 'bout these words....'the fuck said that, Jenn...How 'bout these words....'the fuck said that, Jenny Lou?' I got some words for 'em... and maybe a tugboat if need be. clearly, this was someone who doesn't know dr. err.... cuz my people are not to be fucked with. <BR/><BR/>'nuf said.Doctor Errhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09664834405084572188noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378074098323574416.post-29186336931739851192009-03-13T22:12:00.000+00:002009-03-13T22:12:00.000+00:00What Tiff said. No fair at all. And 100% undeserve...What Tiff said. No fair at all. And 100% undeserved. <BR/><BR/><BR/>In my home, it was my mom who said the hurtful words. I have never forgotten any of them either. But I am still fighting against the bad feelings they gave me....55 years later.kenjuhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07342414519714356343noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378074098323574416.post-38573337358041030212009-03-13T20:58:00.000+00:002009-03-13T20:58:00.000+00:00Oooh - let me at 'em. Whoever it was, they am a f...Oooh - let me at 'em. Whoever it was, they am a fucker. No fair hurting Jenny.tiffhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01351692108818152561noreply@blogger.com