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Mindin' My Bidness

My brother often tells me to "mind your bidness", which is his not-quite-so-endearing way of telling me to "butt out". As the big sister I find this a very difficult thing to do, especially when I see someone I love hurting.

Biting my tongue is hard. SO HARD. Seriously, sometimes I think it might be less painful to amputate an appendage. Well, maybe just a small digit. I'd hate to lose an arm or a leg...

The bottom line is I do try to keep my mouth shut because I don't want to make anyone mad. I don't want to hurt their feelings. I don't want to make them uncomfortable.

I just want to protect. I want to comfort. I want to give hope and encouragement.

And the occasional smack upside the head or kick in the ass, whichever would be more appropriate.

Sometimes, though, I know silence is appropriate. Doesn't mean I'm always able to follow my better instincts. Sometimes I just can't seem to help myself!

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  1. Anonymous4:21 PM

    So what'd you do now?

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  2. Nothing! But there's a lot I'd like to say.

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