You know what sucks? It’s knowing you could have said something to change the situation, but deciding not to because, for some ridiculous reason, you’ve decided that it’s a much better option for you to just shut your mouth to avoid further complications. It’s just so incredibly frustrating knowing that all those pent-up words are never going to be heard because you chose not to open your mouth and let them loose. It’s one of the worst feelings and it sucks so much with a burning passion. It’s like a gigantic mass has been lodged deep into your throat, restricting your stagnated words from freely escaping and frolicking on everyone’s gentle earlobes, so your words just stay there, unmoved and properly decaying until it becomes nothing more than a current of air making its exit through the nose.
You know what else sucks? It’s knowing that everyone you’ve ever trusted—everyone you’ve ever believed in—doesn’t even trust you enough to express your words and ideas, so you just sit stiffly still on your chair along with the rest of the crowd whose minds may or may not have been clouded with the same string of thoughts extensively parading on your mind at that very instant.
But the worst degree of suckage has got to be knowing that speaking up could bring about a whole variety of different results (some good, some extremely bad). It could bolster your reputation and just as easily bring it down in a snap. It could win you the favor of everyone around you, but it could also cause the “higher powers” to throw you looks of caustic rage and utter disappointment. It could mean a general spike in the number of people you would please, but it could also beget something bad for your endeavors (specifically your scholarly ventures).
And knowing you could have done a whole lot more than just idly sit there adds so much more to the dilemma because all you had to do was just open your mouth, disregard the looks people might throw at you, let out your words, and just simply speak.