Writing is the most effective means for me to communicate. My brain zooms past at a pace that no part of my body can possibly keep up with. I have absolutely no creative talent whatsoever, so I end up quite frustrated at how I can make myself communicable. I so despetately want to connect with others, but my lack of social skills leaves me in want of company. Writing garners me greater chance of being heard, so to speak. I am verbal on either of two levels; discussing deeper, academic topics, or a thin band of polite repertoire I am comfortable with, and skilled at. Beyond that, I am very content not having to speak at all for weeks on end.
I have ideas that are bursting to be released. The minute I try to get the ideas out, they vanish. Kind of like elusive neutrinos and anti matter. Maybe my mind is a black hole?
I have ideas that are bursting to be released. The minute I try to get the ideas out, they vanish. Kind of like elusive neutrinos and anti matter. Maybe my mind is a black hole?
