In dealing with friends sometimes, isn’t it so frustrating at times when you just can’t “get it right”? The words that need to be said won’t come to…

In dealing with friends sometimes, isn’t it so frustrating at times when you just can’t “get it right”? The words that need to be said won’t come to you, but every other one would love to; it’s as if whatever common sense you have about friendships, or even relationships, has flown out the window, and you feel like you just want to take the plunge right after it. I don’t know about for your guys, but mending a broken relationship, friendly or otherwise, is one of the most terrifying things that I could ever put on my to-do list, right behind admitting that there’s the possibility that, somewhere in there, I’ve gone wrong. I think the fear behind it is that if it can go far enough to require time apart the split can reach far enough to separate, splintered earth and all, because that’s just how violently the emotions flew. I always put so much worth in being the bigger person in situations like this, probably because it’s so easy to at times, though I think sometimes, rather than doing it for the sake of the other person, be the bigger person and actually see just what hand you played in this natural disaster we like to call friendship. Uncover your own fears of messing it up by admitting a fault to yourself. In the end it all makes “getting it right”, making it right, feel so right. I’ve tried it recently, we’ll see how it plays out soon enough. Opinions?
– Eric