hey okok... now not that there is anything wrong with me nor did something happen but i am interested to dwelve into the subject of hurt... interesting eh... well betcha all heard this little catchy rhyme our parents made up...
sticks and stones can break our bones but words would never hurt me...
well that is kinda true to some sense however wrong in the context it is put in agree? no? well lets carry on... hey i sound so much like a lecturer... cooolnesss... hahaha.... well true sticks and stones can break our bones but words can never hurt me, but only in the literal sense... words cannot hurt you physically but mainly emotionally...
now look at these two... physical and emotional... physical can be cured isnt it? just go on down to your "friendly" little hospital and come out looking like a little shinny doll with your right arm all nicly tucked up in a cast... well then you think of it emotional where do you go? friends? psychiatrist... at times friends cant always be there... and as for psychiatrist well lets just face the facts it is more depressing to see one than to wollow in all your guilt and pain... hey just think of it the only reason why they are called psychiatrist is because people associate them to treating people... and these doctors are named after the people that see them , in our perception, psychos... so ya... aint too good... so after seeing all that is this little cute rhyme of ours that cute anymore? it is kinda like an opaque winnie the pooh box filled with chocolates, chips, fried pigs skin... ya you get the idea right... cute and nice on the outside but evil and sinful on the inside...
think of it... little kids like us take this rhyme and take it to heart using it to go right through life like some laws of life... then as these kids are slowly teased, made fun off, made used off, etc all this hurt and emotions is just supressed within them and like a volcano waiting to errupt... and so when they do errupt what happens? they snap and soon they would have to see our dear friend the psychiatrist....
so hey remember what your parents say ya... sticks and stones may break our bones but words can never hurt me... oh but sorry it ought to be this... sticks and stones may break our bones but words can never hurt me *... well see that? they cant go round saying... sticks and stones can break our bones but words can never hurt me asterix... just kills the rhyme... so ya... till next time...
friends always care
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