In high school, in a moment of teenage angst, I handwrote a multiple page retort to a friend’s belief. “Here, this is what I think!” I exclaimed in a flash of excitement.

I wouldn’t say that was the proudest moment. I wanted to prove something. At that time, I wanted to prove that I was right and that other opinions don’t matter. And I did it in the harshest way possible through intense scrutiny and argument.

I know better now. And when I see something or hear something that I vehemently disagree with, I hold back my tongue. Because people don’t change their mind overnight. Because in social situations, it’s just a showcase of who can speak better and who is quick to think on their feet. It’s unfair.

But I can’t stand to see a friend say something so….off course, so bullying, so judgemental, especially on the Internet where rumors swirl out of control. I had to respond. And I can sense that teenager inside me rearing up in battle and unleashing the deafening roar.

But then it stops. With wisdom, a drop of guilt circles my heart. Because isn’t better to say nothing than something?