Dead Girls Don’t Dance

Sometimes I can’t say what I think.

I pride myself on being balls-to-the-wall up front about what I think, but sometimes I need to bite down hard on my sharp tongue to keep from losing a job or a friend. I don’t always succeed in doing so, and the consequences usually aren’t worth being right.

I like being right. Everybody wants to be right. But sometimes being right gets you fired, or makes somebody you love never want to speak to you again. And of course, there’s always the nagging chance that you’re dead wrong.

What do you do when you are sure you’re right, but it’s going to piss people off?

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