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Sometimes you want to say something to someone, but you stop yourself, because you don't want to hurt that person's feeling. But, most of the time when this happens, everyone will agree, that the person that hurt the most is you.

It's not easy to draw the line, to make a check list of whether you should just tell that person off, or you just keep things to yourself. Although, from my own experience those who speak their minds, usually are the less stressful people.

I was not brought up to be confrontational, thus, all my life, I let the more outspoken people have their way. I have successfully convinced and trained myself to accept things as they are, and told myself time and again, that it doesn't matter if that person got their way, I will just get on with mine.

But it really doesn't work that way. Everything that happened or you let happen will one day come back and bite you. So you can't be lazy. If you are lazy today, you will probably end up having to mop up the mess later. Or you can get off your ass now, get the things you hate to do now, you can forget about it tomorrow and go on with the next things in life.

Now that I am older, maybe I can tell people off, and they will say that I am just a cranky old man, and won't take offense of what I say. Little do they know, I am really trying to right the wrongs I was too lazy to do something about, sometime ago in my past.

"Some people look through the eyes of the old, before they ever get a look at the young..." Billy Joel - Innocent Man.

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