FARTS OF SPEECH (ATTENTION DEFICIENCY) #3

Anything that can’t grab my attention is the job of worst kind for me. Even if it is something fun; say playing a video game with tricks and codes that can make a particular level easier – or boost my avatar’s powers – is automatically a task for me. And tasks shouldn’t be a part … Continue reading FARTS OF SPEECH (ATTENTION DEFICIENCY) #3

Farts of Speech (Anger Mismanagement) #4

Being angry doesn’t necessarily mean you fight the person. It doesn’t mean you cause him physical harm and chew his ears off. You’re not Mike Tyson. You don’t have a lisp or a face thattoo. You have an arm tattoo, which is basically your own name written in ambigram and you’re tired of people asking … Continue reading Farts of Speech (Anger Mismanagement) #4

FARTS OF SPEECH (ANGER MISMANAGEMENT) #2

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

Farts of Speech (Anger Mismanagement) #1

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

FARTS OF SPEECH (SELECTIVE MUTISM) #6

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

Farts of Speech (Selective Mutism) #5

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

FARTS OF SPEECH (SELECTIVE MUTISM) #4

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

Farts of Speech (Selective Mutism) #2

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

Farts of Speech (Selective Mutism) – #1

Selective Mutism Selective Mutism: A self-imposed choice of shutting the fuck up. In certain groups, you would find me strangely quieter than my usual self, as if I dislike everyone, which if I may say, a lot of times, isn’t far from the truth. But that’s not what I am necessarily getting at here. I … Continue reading Farts of Speech (Selective Mutism) – #1