Words Can Hurt

I remember being younger and loving to write, my main focus was poetry though back then. The words would simply just flow from my mind and out of my pencil, onto paper. It always had to be a wooden pencil back then and nothing else, to me it just felt like that was my conductor for some reason.

The power of written word was something that I felt from a young age. The power of word delivered in any manner is something I’ve grown to understand. By nature, I think it’s normal not to realize just how bad your words can come across when you are younger. I don’t know of anyone that’s never experienced hurt feelings from a playmate at school or in the neighborhood.  Sometimes though, that experience can carry over and stay a strong memory throughout our adulthood. It affects everything we do today just as much as it did back then.

Yesterday we decided to get out of the house and go for a walk in the breeze. We drove to a neighboring city that has a strip of the road next to a college. This road has plenty of stores and restaurants along its route. We’ve only stopped on it a few times before while passing through and this time we chose it as our destination.

People have truly changed and I was surprised by the volume of very vocal vagrants walking the street. You don’t realize it when driving through but when you walk on the sidewalk, the remarks are “off-kilter” and sometimes just plain jibberish. Others seem to be speaking to someone who is not there but then there are some that seem angry and they’re directing it at the people walking by.

I’m not someone that normally takes offence to this because I know medications can make someone act differently than they normally would and it’s quite possible that some are on medications. This time though, I had my granddaughter with me and it was not a comfortable situation. No one asked for money, it wasn’t that type of situation. They either didn’t know you were there or they knew you were there and hated you right off the bat. I was genuinely taken back by this and nervous for my family. We stepped into a restaurant and through the doors, you would never know what was going on outside, everyone acted as if they were oblivious to this. It was a completely weird feeling but I guess since no one was outside their windows, then they didn’t think it was happening.

A rainstorm was coming in, a heavy one, so by the time we finished lunch and stepped back outside the doors, the sidewalk was clear of everyone except for us “out of towners”. The wind was blowing stronger but it wasn’t raining so the walk back to the car was actually enjoyable and relaxing. It was like a different town on the way back.

I don’t know how a city is set up to help with this situation. I don’t give money to anyone because I don’t know where the money is going. However, I do help people that I think are genuine. We have an older gentleman that sits outside of a burger restaurant that my granddaughter likes, we give him a gift card from the restaurant because the cashier inside said he used the first one we gave him. I don’t always have it to help, but I do when I can. He is always humble and has a wonderful smile of kindness. I don’t know his story but I know he’s got one. He never has a harmful word like some of the ones we experienced yesterday.

Even though I know that the words that were said during our walk were either medically or bottle related, they still are not nice and can hurt. It’s hard to teach a child to ignore words when I tell her to watch her words so carefully. Every day it’s getting harder and harder to explain the world to her because it’s so very contradicting. I guess I’m still learning too.

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About meinaboxblog

I like to think I'm a normal everyday woman but my mind tells me otherwise. I fight my battles and post them here. I don't tell my family and real life friends that I write here. This is my own little way of having "someone" to talk to. My own little therapy session if you will. I welcome comments and opinions but I have enough negativity to last a lifetime already . My world is changing and now more than ever I need support and encouragement but I'm still too afraid to let anyone know that it's me writing here.