Should. A word. A dangerous word.
Try using it in a sentence.
“I should have gone to bed earlier.” (Well, you can’t change that…so why even say it?)
“I shouldn’t have eaten that piece of cake.” (Guilt!)
“I should really exercise more.” (More guilt?)
“You should look after yourself better.” (lecture!)
“They should be more understanding.” (passing judgment?)
“We should go on a holiday.” (but…)
I don’t think we realise the strength yet the weakness associated with the word, which in itself is non-commital, and can be so easily equated to negativity, guilt, blame, and wrong-doing. It reminds me of “I told you so”. And we all love that!
I used to use the word “should” a lot, as I was the Queen of negative self-talk. I do seem to have broken myself of the habit though, which is fantastic. I could have used the word “should” an awful lot lately, especially with Den’s accident, the tree-lopper smashing our lounge-room window, running out of petrol in our own drive way, a car accident, the resurgence of eczema on my face…but haven’t. Because through all this I can see the light, and truly believe that things happen for a reason. I refuse to get bogged down. I truly think I’ve turned a corner.