What I actually want to call you is a hell of a lot more unprintable than your name

There will always be someone willing to hurt you, put you down, gossip about you, belittle your accomplishments and judge your soul. It is a fact that we all must face. However, if you realize...

Well you seemed too busy to call him a prat and I thought someone should.

I don’t understand women that call themselves a “bitch”. It doesn’t empower a woman. Rather, it reveals to everyone that you were deeply hurt at one time. Because of the pain your still carrying, you...

They call me, The Sharkalator

Non-professionals can also misrepresent the personal characteristics, religious beliefs, and appearance, of these therapists, can name-call and otherwise mock them, and can attribute false agendas to them, such as assigning religious motives to secular therapists...

and whateveryou are, will excuse me.

Very easily, Lady Difficult. I find myself quitecharming.

But the coconut is also a symbol of resilience, Samar. Even in the conditions where there’s very little nourishment and even less nurturance, it flourishes, growing taller than most of the plants around it.

Majority of people prefer a good name to a bad name, but to me, anyone can call me anything, as long as it is not written on my face.

Strange how mean words can return to ones thoughts, years after they’ve been callously thrown at you. They replay in your mind, spiking a sense of remembered pain. Nasty name calling can be an ugly...

And she looked upon the mirror that was given as a gift. She hated everything about it, from the circular size of it, to the color, and the wooden frame that held it in place....

This condemnation of technology is ingratitude, that’s what it is. Blind alley, though. If someone’s ungrateful and you tell him he’s ungrateful, okay, you’ve called him a name. You haven’t solved anything.

People usually will remember people most, for the stupid things they did, than the impressionable ones. This somehow strangely, makes them feel better.

Why does she have to be such a…such a…””Go on,” I said. “The truth is never cussing, Son.””Such a bitch!