I am not the type of girl who has regrets about something she didn't say to someone. In fact, I am typically the opposite. Usually, I regret saying too much. Regret keeping the conversation going, when it probably already should have ended or when it never should have been started in the first place.
You see, as a writer, I feel the need to explain. Explain how I'm feeling, explain the facts, explain the different sides to an argument. My entire upbringing in my discipline has been to explain, to add detail, and to make a thesis or central argument.
In relationships, I tend to do that as well. When discussing things, I tend to add too much detail. In arguments I tend to get angry when the other side isn't explaining and has resigned to minimal words in a sentence.
If I could learn how to do anything in this world, or perhaps just in this coming year, it would be to silence myself. To not ask for further explanation. To be at peace with the one that I am given, even if it doesn't make any sense and I really could use a further, in-depth look at the statement. No matter how much it is killing me not to have it explained any further.
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