I HATE YOU.
That was easy.
Of course, had you and I been sitting across a table from one another I probably would not have even planned to say that.
But now that I have this thing called a computer, words can flow like M&Ms from a bag or Eminem from a radio.
The New York Times published a piece a few months ago on one parent's effort to curb text messaging. In part, she wrote,
As it turned out, it was what other people were saying to her that began to concern me more. That’s when I learned about the mean-girl texts, the ones no one would have the nerve to say to a person’s face but are easy to send from one nonconfrontational phone to another. “We all hate you,” I saw on the tiny black screen one night when I picked her up from religion class. First it tore my heart out. Then I got annoyed. Why was she texting during religion class?On this topic, Abba Arsenius, notes, "I have often regretted the words I have spoken, but I have never regretted my silence."
The next time you're thinking about firing off an email/text/tweet/IM/facebook status update, take moment, offer your heart (and its contents) to God, and ask, "Do I mean this enough to say it?"