But…But, I Don’t Wanna Talk

Ever just have one of those days, or perhaps like me life. I rarely like verbally speaking. I love engaging in conversations but I hate moving my mouth. I wish I was a telepath so I can just mindfuck people; throwing thoughts and images in their heads,staring intently into their eyes as I watch different emotions play across their face.

Ahmazing.

The only times I’m  ever a real “talker” is if the conversation is interesting. No small talk, unless you want me to walk away from you. I’ve  been with close friends that just ended  it awkward silences because small talk was all that was offered. No thanks, I’ll  pass.
Maybe it’s the sound of my voice that I hate, or the way my mouth feels from  moving it too much; it can even be that I’m  getting prepared to become a mime, either fucking way I hate speaking.

There will be times when Lex will be speaking to me and asking me questions and I’ll be staring at him answering the shit in my head.

       “oh wait, I didn’t say that out loud?”

Other times I’ll text him while sitting right next him:

        “what do you wanna do?”

Doing that to him is fine,but weirdly staring at someone and not talking can get you arrested. I definitely  need to start carrying around a little card saying:

          ” I’m  not strange, I just don’t  like speaking. Back away slowly and no one gets hurt.”

I could literally go all fucking day without saying one word. But I usually permit a daily word count of 250,300 max.

I enjoy silence.

If I could write to everyone life would be so much happier. I think that’s why I love this blog thing so much; it allows me to talk without speaking!