For the past days I have been trying to land another job, to pretty much add to what I earn in that gulag also known as Sitel. It isn't another nine to fiver; rather, it's what I'd like to think as a sideline. Some dude sends me topics to write about and I eventually respond through email, with my article attached to the message. The topics can be unrelated to what I talk about in real life, and the stipulations set (number of words, number of instances of a particular word) are challenging, but unlike the static 9 hours of working I have to commit to my primary job, this one I can do at my own pace.
Recently I'm thinking that my pace was too slow. No replies from my contact. Yet. Ah well. Lemme blog, I thought.
There is this one exercise that we have at work (the legit one, mind you) where we have people line up, and the facilitator would say a complete statement with specific details to the first person in line. This person would then relay this information - or, most of the time, what they remember or understand from it - to the person behind them. When information was passed to the last person, he would tell the story he heard to the whole group. Usually when the facilitator says the original piece of information, everyone would smack themselves in the head.
The last person would probably say a statement which lacked details. Or it can be worse. The last person would probably say something totally off, but the bottom line here is that it is definitely going to be identical to what the facilitator said. Not unless we have a whole line of people who have given up the privileges of a social life to develop their memory to freakish proportions.
I couldn't really help but notice that the conflicts I have witnessed as of late have started with a few words that should have been left unsaid. The only difference I see is that this time things are added as they are relayed. These few words became sentences, sentences became paragraphs, and paragraphs became novels that are pretty much full of hate and resentment that could have been avoided.
I'm not necessarily innocent of this crime. Nobody is. Some dude once said that nobody could tame the tongue, and I believe him. James chapter 3, was it?
But that doesn't mean that we should go ahead and run our mouths. It's more of the opposite, really.. We want to make sure that the words we say have substance in the sense that they serve good - I'd rather say God, myself. That's IF saying something is the best thing to do, given a particular time.
Just thinking out loud.
Let me leave you all with the following verse:
"..Although they claimed to be wise, they became fools.." Romans 1:22
God bless.