In fact, I've posted this twice, but hopefully, this time will work.
Anyway.
DC: JKR owns HP ppl.
Woot. Ok, Hints of Lucius-Draco abuse.
Yeah. Drabble-ish. Just kind of a random page of scribbles.
Enjoy.
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Only. Words.
Swear words. What makes them different from any others? It's just a word. What makes it so bad?
Name-calling. Only words. An attempt to put someone down. They can't hurt that much. We were just brought up to take offense at certain words.
Pain. What if pain is only a word? What makes it worse than anything else? Why are we supposed to hate it? Why does it have to feel bad? Why not relish it as a symbol of life?
Cursing, offense, hurt. Words are only words. Pain? Only a word. Hurt, pain, pleasure, what's the difference besides a few letters? What if we traded the words happy and sad? It wouldn't change the way we feel, just the way the feelings are described.
'So. What's the point?' you must think. Well, the point is, we're not all the same inside. Some of us are born different. We have the sense of words are only words. Names don't bother us. When one swears at us, it doesn't make their point any more valid. But mostly, pain isn't pain.
Most cry out as a knife slips and nicks their skin. Those like me do it on purpose. Trying to release a sense of calm. The feeling that washes through you when the blade sends electricity up your veins is soothing.
Most tremble or cry as someone hits them. When one is stricken enough though, they begin to feel empty without it. Jittery, glancing around corners, untrusting of others-that's what most people would feel if struck by one in their family. Those of us like me have a sense that things are not right if not given the sweet pain we need to live. It's like air. It runs through our bodies as our very hearts beat.
What would you do if your parents swore at you? Called you names? Said you were never good enough? Would you take to tears? Would you scream bloody murder? Well, in the case of me, words are only words. 'Incompetent boy. Unworthy of our title!' Well, I love you too father.
Pain, fear, hurt, whatever. They are just words. Only letters, syllables, sounds. Nothing more. You can't describe a feeling. Feelings are not meant to be described. They cannot be worn on a sleeve. They are within your heart. Not only that, but sometimes, differences arise in the mind. Some people succumb to society. They are taught right and wrong, good things and bad things, pride and shame, love and hate, happiness and pain. Only a special few are able to differentiate between words. Some can see through the programming. We don't care or feel like the normal do.
So next time you think you hurt, the next time you attempt to degrade someone, the next time you THINK about your fears, don't. Just remember, everything is more simple than it is. Everything is a feeling, and words are only words.
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Till next time,
J X