In case you didn't see the entry, it's HERE.
Folks, I had no idea how many unkind things I say about people all the time, even people I like! Even people I don't know at all!
It started when I took Cliff his coffee, while he was still in bed. We struck up a conversation; I hadn't said fifty words before I was dissing somebody (not a person I dislike, either) for doing something I don't approve of. I had already made my observation when I realized what I was doing and told Cliff, "I'm not supposed to be talking negatively about anybody today."
He said something on the order of "Good luck with that."
Later as we pulled out of the driveway to go for groceries, I got halfway through a snide remark about a neighbor when I stopped myself, yelling "Nooooo, I didn't mean it. God bless them all!"
Going through our little town, we met a familiar pickup that has a bug shield with the words "Wild Bill" written on it. This guy has probably lived in this area longer than we have, but we've never met him. I'm sure he's a nice guy. I made this remark: "Old Wild Bill really keeps the roads hot, doesn't he? He must not know there's a fuel shortage."
Then it hit me that the words had negative implications, and I said, "I guess we must use the roads as much as he does; we're always in our car when we see him."
It was like this the whole day. I could give you an hour of examples, but you get the picture.
The last incident of the day was this: We were watching a piece about Charlie Sheen on 20/20 on the DVR and I made some sarcastic observation. Now folks, I realize it shouldn't be a big deal to have a bad opinion of Charlie. Anything I say about him isn't going to hurt him at all. But it reinforces the holier-than-thou habit, and I need to at least regulate it.
So, don't expect me to be perfect from here on out, but I do intend to clean up some of the negativity in my speaking. I need to let Charlie Sheen be who he wants to be; I need to let my neighbors live their lives, and I'll live mine. Now, there are a few things about the neighbors that directly affect me, but I need to deal with those things without being on a constant rant about them.
Maybe if I'd just remember to pray for them instead, if nothing more than a "God bless them". I might adopt the southern belle habit of substituting the words "bless her heart" for "I can't stand her."
Do ya think?
Meanwhile, Cliff is having a lot of laughs watching me choke on my own words multiple times daily. He's loving it.