scribbles tagged ‘gawky’

I’m sorry for…

Saturday, August 29th, 2009 | tags: , , ,  |

interrupting you,   BUT….

the interrupter took the conversation winding off into outer space until a silence when my the interesting,   passionate monologue came to its a gentle landing, end.

Beyond the words ‘I’m sorry’ my interrupter demonstrated no ‘sorriness’.   Quite the contrary.   Perhaps ‘sorry’ in this context actually means:

 ‘please don’t get angry with me for taking conversation to a monologue,   to another topic,  but I have a really interesting thought that I’m bursting to share and I’m sure everyonelse will find it as interesting as I do’

After the silence my interrupter turned to me acknowledging the end of the interruption and encouraging me to finish my original question.

I’m sorry for…
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hermititus

Wednesday, July 29th, 2009 | tags: ,  |

Desert Fire Cacti Februaryskulking through the swelling peace and fire of  the desert.

Fearing that someone, somewhere, is drowning in something they have mistaken for happiness, or rain.

 

hermit
from the Greek ἔρημος Ä“remos, signifying “desert”, “uninhabited”, hence “desert-dweller”
itus
This suffix has come to mean “inflammation of” but originally it meant “pertaining to” or “of the”
da-itus
The fear that, out there, somewhere, someone is happy

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i said something stupid

Tuesday, March 27th, 2007 | tags:  |

I  said something stupid.

Your motionless face sang disdain.

In search of conversation,   I  ejaculated a purile triviality.

Your face wrote painful  tolerance.

Unrescued by the facially generous conversational cavalry

my lack of small-talk and I would prefer to be alone, or,

in the company of cats.

Poem inspired by  an evening of  gawkiness in the company of strangers, following an evening of inarticulateness in the company of friends.   Its an accident.   It’s predictable.   Like a broken finger-nail or a drip from the spout of a teapot.   Conversational gawkiness.   It doesn’t end,    teenage-hood stalks you throughout your life.

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gawky

Wednesday, September 20th, 2006 | tags: ,  |

nineth in an awkward  yet extensive analytical possibly exaggerated Wednesday series of “why wendy’s single“.    

Reason # 9:   gawky

Blog posts can be planned,  edited,  reviewed, carefully structured.   They can be constructed to look smooth.   Obviosuly,   in my case the emphasis is on the phrase ‘can be’.   By contrast, conversations happen quickly.   They benefit from timely wit.  I’m a bit gawky in many conversations and  have been  known to break into talking bollocks  or simply running away.   Un-proof-read emails can also produce some  off-kilter-from-wendy’s-intentions interpretations by the reader.

In conversations I’m the person who starts talking before you’ve finished,   realises it,   stops,   starts again, realises you haven’t finished,   stops again,   puts my hand in the air while listening, then says something on a slight (the slightness is debatable) tangent to your main theme.   Finishes,   there’s silence,   then conversation resumes on the orginal theme   and I wonder why it all feels so complicated.     I do dislike those silences,   the first one I encountered in America was during a work meeting:

colleague:   when do you think that will be finished?

clear end point and direction for me to speak,   phew!

Wendy: in a fortnight

Colleagues:   (silence)

Colleague:  is that four days?

my thick English accent,  relatively quiet delivery and  that ‘fortnight’  is not  used in everyday US American had made my contribution completely unintelligable.

Wendy: in 2 weeks

flabberghasted,   and realising the enormity of unanticipatable miss-communications to come….

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cinderella effect

Wednesday, September 6th, 2006 | tags: ,  |

seventh in a squidgily unstable yet predictably published  Wednesday series of “why wendy’s single“.  

Reason # 7:   cinderella effect

I tend to skedaddle before the evening has really finished.   This means any plucky lad has to  either

  • display cunning timing  skills to engage me in ‘conversation’ before I  scarper  
  • not take my quick exit as a personal afront
  • find a creative alternative solution (e.g. let the tires down on my car)…..  

Previously established reasons:

  1. hat fetishist  
  2. capable cookie
  3. petite pool
  4. indolence
  5. talks bollocks
  6. tiny trichromes
cinderella effect
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