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If people could speak to me and not expect an oral response in turn,
I'm almost certain I could spend the rest of my life as a mute

and not ever miss the sound of my voice.

Queer, isn't it, that someone such as myself can be so fond of writing, can appreciate the merriment in laughter,
yet can only find so little ease in raising their thoughts to voice?

It's the extroverts in society that are rewarded for simply being the effortlessly open people they are; they receive the pay raise, the paramour, the invites to basketball games and late night drinks at local bars.

I, however, couldn't carry a conversation if it had two handles and Mike Tyson holding up the opposite end.

It seems these days that life must be discussed so that its beauty may be revealed.
I find that I don't have to, but that's what appears to be the problem, now, isn't it?


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2 comments:

  1. brat outta hell May 29, 2009 at 10:45 PM

    Mere minutes ago, I was watching an old Eye On Verdugo tape. I found the segment 'Ask Verdugo,' where we ask students unrelated-one-answer questions.

    My story has a point. It is that you were one of these interviewees, circa May 2006. And your voice was absolutely enjoyable. So, even if you wouldn't, I would miss the sound of your voice. A nostalgic tape would not suffice.

    P.S. Thank you for using the word 'queer' in a non-homosexual reference. I get giggles every time I invoke its proper meaning. XP

     
  2. Lucky13Morphine June 4, 2009 at 9:41 PM

    I, too, would miss the sound of your soft, lulling voice. It's so pretty compared to so many harsh tones out there that I know and hear daily. Not everyone who speaks freely gets those social priveleges. You have to remember that most pigs invite the "hot" people along to such events in high hopes that some action is to ensue. Aww wellz.. We ought to go some place together. I would find it quite enjoyable. :]
    <3Kat