Empty's Theme Park

Ugh.

So here’s the thing.  I’m sure my voice is relatively normal.  But I hate it.  Every time I hear myself, I cringe.  It’s just not the same as the voice in my head.  

Add to that the fact that I think my brain is like a cat.  My mouth will say, “Hey brain!  Get over here!  It’s time to talk.  Let’s do this!”, and then my brain will slowly swing it’s head to the side to look at my mouth, flutter it’s dreary eyelids, flick it’s tail, and after a suitable pause, offer a gaze which communicates one simple  phrase.  ”No.”

It might be that I tend to censor myself too much.  I think too precisely on the event, to coin a phrase.  Written expression, with the time afforded for contemplation, is a much more comfortable form of communication for me.  

That is also why you haven’t heard any audio posts of yours truly on Tumblr.  I think of great things to say, but when I go to record anything, it comes out all jumbled and I can never create something I feel comfortable posting.  

In short, I’m a complete lame-o.