Prompt: "Day 3 —Write about the worst time you’ve ever put your foot in your mouth."
Picture this: I'm in middle school sitting with my future best friend and we're chatting about life. Or really what life consisted of at that level at that maturity. To be honest, she's the one talking, getting me to open up because I'm terribly insensitive at this age. Today she is telling me about a friend of hers or someone she knows - it evades me at this moment. Apparently this chick has been depressed. And cuts herself. Best combination. Ever. Not only this, she may or may not have been suicidal. In this moment, while she is rightly disturbed about this, in about the meanest voice I can muster I basically called her a coward. Or really something to that effect. Or really something mean. Along the lines of, "Maybe she should have been stronger" or something. Anyway, just imagine about the worse thing you could say and insert into this scenario.
Now she's pissed. Rightly so. Upon seeing this and actually taking in the fact that I could understand what just happened right there: in that moment I shrunk a little lower, changed my almost stoic demeanor and said, "Well, uh, maybe she should have gotten help...?" Not the brightest idea. Apparently she might have already been seeing a therapist. Hrm...
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