Lack of shleep - we go awandering

I was reading a compilation of essays and one in particular caught my eye. The author had put it across that being tactful left the people he spoke with, reading between the lines and having to decipher what it was that he was trying to say. It went further to insinuate that being tactful also made people question his sincerity.

I don't know....I thought tact is a good thing...I was appalled that being tactful meant these things. Worse still - this was written by a young adult. How are our youths being brought up - it is worrying considering that they ARE the future. For me, tact is to carefully choose your words while delivering some news that may not be nice. Am I on the wrong track here or is my English so screwed that I got it all wrong? Or perhaps this young adult should take up a course in "Effective Communications 101 - How to Make Yourself Not be Misunderstood".

Since I am a woman and NEVER wrong - it has got to be the latter.

"A morning encounter with it"

It doesn't love
it doesn't know love
to say it does
is to defile
An emotion most pure

the lowest of lows,
Bad excuse for an existence
oh die, I pray! the most torturest of deaths
I would champion the cause

Ta dahhh!!!

Well, well, here I am - I have finally succumbed to the evils of blogging (cackle, cackle). Been thinking about it, dreamt about it, had visions of people having nightmares after reading my bad writings...And hey, why the hell not?! Sure beats writing in a normal diary - so what if it's published for the whole wide world to see - I'm still anonymous......hmm or maybe not....1984...

I will write more, in between my work, when bored or just when the fancy takes me. More to come,

Petal P. Rose