At work today, a co-worker completely frustrated me. You wouldn’t have guessed. I was pleasant, and polite, and when I left I turned the corner, closed my eyes a moment and silently mouthed, “Are you fucking kidding me?”
Anyone could have walked into that aisle while my eyes were closed and seen me. As soon as I realized that I opened my eyes, and no one was there, but it was a close call.
That one might have gotten me in trouble. Usually, my muted chats with myself are just embarrassing. I worry lip-readers might see me mouthing, “But, Mr. Clooney, I never imagined!” or whatever stupid conversation is going on in my mind.
I will be that old lady in the nursing home having silent, animated conversations with herself. And laughing.
7 responses to “I Need to Think with My Mouth Closed”
While I cannot offer that you are not crazy I can offer that we all mumble and mutter to ourselves on our way down life’s path. Some of it is even audible.
I picture you more as the woman who thinks her doll is a baby, so when you mumble we’ll all think you’re talking to it.
Zayrina – I kind of think it would be less crazy if it were audible.Caroline – What doll? Is there always an old lady with a doll in the home? Who gives her the doll? What a scary thought. I’d be muttering “Get this creepy doll away fromme.”
There’s always an old woman with a doll.
Caroline – ewwww. Lord, save me.
Dolls? I talk to my cat, and he talks back. He is a better conversationalist than most people I know.
Hattie – I whisper to my dog. Oh, I’ll be the crazy old lady whispering to her imaginary dog.