It’s common for people to admire those who are good with words. Who choose their words wisely, find astonishing ways to frame things and speak words you have never heard of before.
I’ve been labeled as such a person before. And I like to experiment with language and expressions. But this skill gave me one ability I am not very fond of.
Being so good with twisting words, it becomes easy to find excuses and to push truths to the edge, dangerously close to becoming lies. Not deliberately but out of routine.
Ask me how I’m doing and you will be served a perfectly laid out answer that leaves no room to doubt its validity. I want to be honest, but the truth becomes unbearable when denied for too long. And before I can start to think consciously of a reply, I’ve said it already.