"All kinds of animals, birds, reptiles and creatures of the sea are being tamed and have been tamed by man, but no man can tame the tongue. It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison.
With the tongue we praise our Lord and Father, and with it we curse men, who have been made in God's likeness. Out of the same mouth come praise and cursing. My brothers, this should not be. Can both fresh water and salt water flow from the same spring? My brothers, can a fig tree bear olives, or a grapevine bear figs? Neither can a salt spring produce fresh water."
- James 3:7-12
Growing up, I was always known as the girl with the sharp tongue.
Literally and figuratively.
My clique in high school made me a card that said "Little Chilli Padi" because I was often spoke without thinking and made caustic remarks about every other thing. I was brash, and I was tactless.
As I grew older, became a Christian and matured in my character, I tamed down and learnt that there's a time to speak and a time to be silent, that I didn't always have to defend myself or prove anyone anything, and that the words I say can cause immense hurt and permanent damage.
But I am only human and am bound to slip up.
I stuck my foot in my mouth again today.
It was an innocuous remark, a harmless tease, with no malice intended whatsoever. The words that I typed in that IB must have broke from the flight they took and came back together with a whole new meaning completely unrelated to the one I sent.