|Signs and Portents
||[Feb. 18th, 2008|03:56 am]
Kelly J. Cooper
Yanno what feels weird? Well, I'll tell ya.
Weirdest feeling I've had in quite some time.
I wonder how much of it is mental, because I feel like I should just shut the fuck up and stop trying to be helpful. A little too much of my ego is wrapped up in being useful to people. Plus, sometimes I manage to be the complete opposite of helpful. And I have no idea what I'm talking about. I don't even know who I am. The more I learn, the more I discover that I don't know nuthin.
Also, I talk too much. Barely spoke at all for the first dozen or so years of my life. Only learned social chatting in my mid- to late-teens. Had to teach myself to speak in front of people in my twenties (learned to improvise by doing off-the-cuff security presentations and keeping cranky law enforcement officers appeased, and guns holstered, through wit and the judicious application of coffee).
Apparently, now I gotta make up for all that early silence with a mouth that runs like an old faucet with crumbly, nearly-gone washers.
I'm not really even sure why the hell I wrote this post.