It’s not like I cannot keep my anger in check or that I will, without any concerns, snap at an authoritative figure who could fuck me over. Nope. Being angry does have its own share of perks at some selected places. Airport immigration being a major exception. Nostril flaring, sarcasm, or direct insults should be … Continue reading Farts of Speech (Anger Management) #3
Your windows aren’t tinted and the panes are naked; curtainless, colorless and inviting. Behind that, I see a vulnerable world, unaware, unkempt, like kids hanging on the edge of a school bus. The front door looks paper thin and I could a put my foot through it without even scratching myself. I haven’t touched the … Continue reading Gun or Pillow? (Interactive Fiction)
I often come across these pious coercers who offer me the advice: Holding on to anger is like, drinking poison and expecting others to die. Sorry, you’re confusing suicide with murder. You’re worried about me causing self-destruction or at the very least going Van Gogh. I am endorsing: emotional harm, harsh-criticism and belittling, wherever appropriately … Continue reading FARTS OF SPEECH (ANGER MISMANAGEMENT) #2
The inability to stay cool and calm, because why the fuck should you! People always tell me that anger isn’t good for me. They tell me, it doesn’t accomplish anything and that every time I get angry, I move closer to death. I am not sure how that works; maybe I shrink in size and … Continue reading Farts of Speech (Anger Mismanagement) #1
Awkward dates, where I may like someone, but struggle to strike a conversation with the person, is when I am at my worst. My brain freezes. Thoughts, ideas, and words refuse to come out. And if they do, they tend to be incoherent, inadequate, and idiotic. Boy, do I get lexical constipation! Soon I am … Continue reading FARTS OF SPEECH (SELECTIVE MUTISM) #6
My mutism is more prominent around my own folks, in fact, some of my vivid childhood memories come to me as my quiet five-year-old puny ass sitting in a random relative’s house; bored or upset, desiring a cookie or a cold-blooded murder. I often heard anticipatory whispers from the other rooms, recognizing my quietness as … Continue reading Farts of Speech (Selective Mutism) #5
And you’d think my mutism is only evident arounds adults and in social gatherings that test my willingness to be a part of anything less than enjoyable, but that’s not entirely true, in fact, can I just tell you that children–well, most of them–aren’t my best buddies. I do love children, don’t get me wrong; … Continue reading FARTS OF SPEECH (SELECTIVE MUTISM) #4
Mutism by choice or the art of gargling and gulping every word that you can possibly spit, also has a lot to do with how confident you are feeling on a given day. On certain days, I have the confidence of Instagrammers and Youtubers who jump across skyscrapers to get online views, and on the … Continue reading FARTS OF SPEECH (SELECTIVE MUTISM) #3
Not so long ago, The Hamelin Corp was in shambles; debt-stricken, under the allegations of legal counterfeit. They owed millions in settlement to their partners and the competitive entities that sued them. The forgery and the news of embezzlement spread across the market like fire. Investors pulled out their money, alliances broke their vows, breached … Continue reading The Hamelin Corp
When I sometimes ask myself, whether my mutism is a choice or am I a captive of it, I often get, “both” as the answer. Choice, because no matter what I can always blabber something. It may or may not get us anywhere; no learning, entertainment or emotional exchange, but I can fake interest with … Continue reading Farts of Speech (Selective Mutism) #2
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