Apr 24, 2024
the fact of the matter is that rouge is not nearly fail enough in this version of the draft i need to get her to drop the baby
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the fact of the matter is that rouge is not nearly fail enough in this version of the draft i need to get her to drop the baby
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Are You Making Fun of My Chirp?!
This is what's strange. I have such a varied vocabulary (and I do say that modestly. I don't know how else to put it) that it's really hard to find the right words to express myself sometimes. I used to think the problem was with the people I was talking to. Sort of a "why are you so stupid/verbally crippled?" type thing. But then I realized my thinking was akin to asking an English teacher to decode cold fusion formulas; we all have our specialties. Some people are English teachers, others are cold fusion scientists. I can't be mad when I fall into one category and they another.Â
I had a friend at church laugh at me when I articulately expressed my opinion on a given subject (I call my speech pattern my "chirp" BTW). She repeated the word(s) I'd used, like it was a foreign language or something. Here's the problem: I'm sure that, like all the other times it's happened, if someone asked me to rephrase, it would take me a while to find the right 'smaller' words. It's like I don't even remember how to be a person you don't need a dictionary to talk to. Nobody likes a smart ass. And now that my sister's getting older, and hasn't yet been able to fulfill her dreams of having a husband (good for her) and having children (not so much "good for her" on that part but hey, not my carpet is it?), I realize that it's time for me to start looking for those things that thing too. But who wants to marry/do (hopefully in that order) a smart ass who's not very easy to talk to?Â
But at least the silver lining to the chirp that makes me feel too smart and therefore uncomfortable in my own skin sometimes is this: I'll know who I'm compatible with by the number of times he asks me, "what does that mean"? If I can't be my normal, verbally able self with you because you literally don't know the meaning of my words, we aren't going to last very long anyway, are we? You are hereby disqualified from the Sylvia's Husband Easter Egg Hunt. Nothing is more annoying to me than trying to have a relatively intelligent conversation with an idiot. Besides maybe snatching things I'm in the middle of reading, and patting me on the head. Those are pretty annoying too. Definitely have to watch my chirp a little closer from now on though.