I heard the old saying again the other day.
You catch more flies with honey than with vinegar.
It’s one of those phrases that feels too neat to be useful. But it’s stuck with me.
I’ve tried vinegar.
Sharp words. Cold silences.
Avoiding people who rub me the wrong way.
It doesn’t do much. You just end up bitter and still alone.
Honey is harder.
It takes more patience. You’ve got to swallow your pride. Smile when you don’t feel like it. Make the first move. Let things slide.
But every so often, it works.
Someone opens up.
You get a second conversation instead of a dead end.
And it feels better. Not in a smug, self-righteous way. Just… lighter.
It doesn’t mean being fake. Or letting people treat you badly.
Just choosing softness when the world’s offering you friction.
Other sayings circle the same idea.
A gentle word turns away wrath.
Kill them with kindness.
Politeness costs nothing.
They’re not magic spells. But they shift the weight a bit. And most days, that’s enough.
Tag: social life
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It’s not about the flies