If I had a quid for every time I was wincing when someone said to me ‘I just can’t imagine you quiet’ I’d be dishing out tattoos for free all the day fucking long.
Everyone does their shit differently, and unfortunately , when I am genuinely uncomfortable, threatened, embarrassed or feeling like I need to compensate - I talk.
I loathe it. I replay my bullshit ‘conversations’ of me speed talking at people until I fall asleep and then re think them in the morning. The best days of my week are Monday and Tuesdays when I see no one , draw all day ,answer no calls or texts and hang out with my dog. The people I love most know my voice isn’t actually high pitched and fast, and I shouldn’t have to get tipsy on cans of gin on a train after trying to cope with being in Brighton for two hours every four months because I look like a psychopath trying to hold a conversation.
Here are some more eloquent people trying to explain this rotten feeling in my stomach. Let the unfollow commence, and please remember when I am trying to make you feel warm and comfortable and not self conscious it doesn’t mean I am loving sounding like a dick.