hmmm... I guess I'll post a poem I once wrote about how I was prone to awkward silences when hanging out with my girlfriend at the time.
"King of the Cricket Cliche"
in this world are many things
to talk about or to sing
unfortunately I’m no fun
for I can’t think of even one.
I’m not a rock, I’m not a tree
But I am silent, it’s just me
When I was small I wasn’t clever
I said dumb stuff, now talk, I never
Every word I worry how it sounds
Will you smile or will you frown?
I don’t want to speak foolishly
Quiet, so you won’t notice me.
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That was like 3 years ago. Now I've gotten better at the art of continued conversation. The crickets don't chirp as often. haha, what a loser I am. loser guy extraordinaire.
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