See, the funny thing is that I am funny. I mean, pretty. damn. snarky. So, when I bite my tongue, the world misses out on the snark. Which, in my opinion, means the world misses out on a bit of laughter. The kind of laughter that comes with a bit of fear and embarrassment. You know, the laughter that one hides behind their hand. The laughter that comes from being actually shocked (and somewhat elated) that someone would ACTUALLY say out loud that which EVERYONE thinks privately.
Well, I used to unabashedly say out loud that which I thought. And people laughed (even if it was in shock and awe.) Now I bite my tongue. And it has done wonders for my relationships, but it has deflated my ego. Sigh. Besides, my tongue hurts.