You know that feeling you get when you start an anecdote you THINK a group of people will appreciate, but part way through your tale you realize that they are looking at you quizzically, clearly unimpressed with your story, and maybe a little put off? But you are already part way through the story and it feels awkward to simply stop, so you continue speaking, even though you desperately don’t want to? So, faced with indecision, you continue telling your crappy anecdote, only you speed up the pace because you want the torture to end? And you become even more animated because—well, damn!—they’ve just got to see the humor in the story at some point? And then, against all rational thought, you begin adding exaggerated facial gestures and hand gesticulations in a final desperate attempt to win your audience over to your side?
You know that feeling?
That’s the feeling I had when I tried to explain to my Creative Writing class why I had a deep fear of poetry for a number of years after high school.
And now? I have a deep fear of public speaking.
From now on, I will only communicate with people through grunts and clicks.
(Oh well. It could be worse. I could have done this while wearing my thong inside out with the leg hole around my waist…Cheryl.)
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That would be worse...thanks for pointing that out.
I have a finishing line for you though....whenever this would happen to me or my friend Johnanna we would say, "Well, I don't know but it was funny." But you have to say it funny or it doesn't work. Actually, now that I'm reading it, I can't do it. I can make it the tone it's suppose to be...
wellidon'tknowbutitwasfunny!!!!
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