for extroverts i think its hard to understand how overwhelming it is to be in a large group of people , when u have something to say but u cant ,
wanting to rehearse ur lines b4 speaking , being afraid of making faux pas , , , , ,,,,
but at the same time
i like observing in the background , bc u can laugh when u think smth is funny but no one expects u to when it isnt
most of all u realize how much ppl dont listen and they talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk
there rly isnt any rush to get those words out , well i guess w humor time is of the essence
how does it feel to get interrupted ?
how does it feel when u can only get a word out before ur time
is cut short ?
how can we overcome this overlapping of words, of topics, of voices ?
i wish we can use our ears to filter people
and focus on one person at a time
like this website . . . . . . ?
i guess if ur here rn u r probably stranded somewhere...
alone...
nothing but ur thoughts...
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sorry that was me trying to clean some gunk off my keyboard
anyways here's the lyrics to john cale's "paris 1919"
She makes me so unsure of myself
Standing there but never ever talking sense
Just a visitor you see
So much wanting to be seen
She'd open up the doors and vaguely carry us away
It's the customary thing to say or do
To a disappointed proud man in his grief
And on Fridays she'd be there
But on Mondays not at all
Just casually appearing from the clock across the hall
You're a ghost, la la la la la la la la la
You're a ghost, la la la la la la la la la
I'm the church and I've come
To claim you with my iron drum
La la la la la la
The Continent's just fallen in disgrace
William, William, William Rogers put it in its place
Blood and tears from old Japan
Caravans and lots of jam
And maids of honor singing, crying, singing tediously
You're a ghost, la la la la la la la la la
Yes, you're a ghost, la la la la la la la la la
I'm the bishop and I've come
To claim you with my iron drum
La la la la la la
Efficiency, efficiency, they say
Get to know the date and tell the time of day
As the crowds begin complaining
How the Beaujolais is raining
Down on darkened meetings on the Champs-Élysées
You're a ghost, la la la la la la la la la
You're a ghost, la la la la la la la la la
And I'm the church and I've come
To claim you with my iron drum
La la la la la la
You're a ghost, la la la la la la la la la
You're a ghost, la la la la la la la la la
I'm the church and I've come
To claim you with my iron drum
La la la la la la
You're a ghost, la la la la la la la la la
You're a ghost, la la la la la la la la la
I'm the church and I've come
To claim you with my iron drum
La la la la la la
if you've never heard the song thennnn idk sorry
make it ur motivation to escape from ur offline
hellhole and find some wifi or smth i guess
and once u do u can paste this link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q5YHqWqhFkU
bye ! ＼＼\\٩( 'ω' )و //／／