Story of my Tongue's Life

God warns us of pride, and of having it, if I'm not mistaken. Apparently I still have too much. And today's incident would hold to the saying "Pride comes before the fall".  I was all proud of myself for having held my tongue for a couple weeks.  I was really trying to watch what I said.  And for the most part, I think I did alright.

Save for today.  I screwed up, and the moment I said it, I knew it. But it was too late.  My friend is now livid with me, and claimed (at the time) that she was no longer going to be my friend.  I sincerely hope this is not the case, because I really do love her dearly, and would never want bad things for her.  What I said was not out of hate, or to get a negative reaction from her.  As another one of my friends put it, it's simply because of how I'm wired that I act brashly the way I do.  That, and I'm still working on how to rewire myself so as to not say things which insult others, and as a consequence, make me feel bad that I even said it in the first place.

I should think it is an improvement on my part though, that I am at least realizing that what I said should never have been uttered in the first place.  Now... as to the actually not uttering part.  It needs work.  A lot.   And to this friend, if in fact you are reading (you know who you are):  I'm sorry.  I bawled my eyes out after you left, and I've felt horrible about it all day.  What doesn't break us will make us a lot stronger, and your chastisement made me a lot stronger.  I so wish you can forgive me.