One person is nothing more than an bitter irritant to nearly everyone she meets. Her words were like rough sandpaper being used to remove a boil on the back of my neck: They were painful, too rough, too close and definitely the wrong tool for the job. They caused me to withdrawal violently to avoid more pain.
One person is a lost, lonely and sad fool who covers the pain with laughter that is too loud and too often. His words are sarcastic and biting. His snide comments were like my neighbor’s dog barking at the fence: Teeth flash but are harmless as long as I never try to get close to the unpredictable animal.
One person is quiet and often speaks wisdom beyond her years. Her words were carefully chosen and represented many hours of thought. Like a surgeon’s blade, they cut right to the heart of the issue, making plain the action that must be taken without excess damage. She did not attack the person, but the problem.
Three voices. One similar opinion. Three means of expression.
How do you speak? What response to you produce?