Be Less Boring

I've always been referred to as quiet, a good listener, a man of few words. If they only knew...

If I said all the things I have to say, most people would be shocked. Some would be hurt, possibly crushed. Some would cower in fear. Some would be angry, incensed, irate. Some would think me insane. Others might think I'm a martyr, a messiah, a genius, a leader like no one before. Some might be excited, turned on, intrigued. Others would be repulsed. Some would be comforted, gratified, elated. Others embarrassed, confused, ashamed.

If I said all the things I have to say, the very ground you're standing on would quake. The guilty would piss their pants and beg for forgiveness. The ears of the truly innocent would bleed. Jaws would drop. Animals would flee. The very foundations of society would crack and crumble.

Be glad I bite my tongue. Be glad I'm the quiet one. For otherwise you might be the target of my wrath. You might be the victim crushed under the massive weight of my truth.

Be sad I bite my tongue. Be sad I'm the quiet one. For otherwise you might be the recipient of my exaltations. You might be raised to towering heights by my love and admiration.