When it comes to books, I'm generally not in favor of censorship as it takes away the opportunity to make up one's own mind.
So why have I noticed that I've been censoring myself for several months? In what I say aloud and in what I write here.
Perhaps it's one too times caught with my foot in my mouth. Or the fear of upsetting someone.
I don't say things with a malicious intent (okay rarely do I say something meant to cause pain), but sometimes words do hurt no matter what the intent was. A painful lesson I've learned somewhat recently.
At the same time, I feel like I'm sacrificing part of myself for fear of hurting someone's feelings. And to be honest, I don't like it. I want to be who I am without apology. Though I just need to remember that every thought I have does not need to be spoken aloud, or typed on a screen, to be true or real.
This of course potentially means the return of a sometimes sharp and biting tongue that occasionally swears as a means to get my point across. Damn straight!