Vipers
Vipers "We are all vipers," she said. I didn't answer for a while as I imagined all of us slithering around on the earth–some of us with our mouths open in attack mode, and others retreating into the tall grass. We were all fascinating in our own way–some of us were violet, some red, some a deceiving baby blue, some unsuspectingly blending into the environment...We took turns snapping at each other and then disappearing into the green. "What do you mean by that?" I finally asked. "That we're all waiting to criticise each other. We've all got something to say about somebody else. It's not just bullies who bully other people." I sat back and thought: She's right . Could I truthfully say that I had never criticised anyone? No, even if I prided myself on making people feel good about themselves. And how many times had I thought a critique without saying it? Was that even worse? I'm not sure why we feel the need to criticise others. Pe...