I remember a number of years ago - in reality it was.. well... that doesn't really matter. It was a long time ago. Regardless, I was in my teens, and I had a hard time speaking. It wasn't that I didn't know what to say, I just didn't know how to say it. Whenever I tried to engage in small talk - or large talk, if that's a term - it always just ended up as "mumblejumblebumble."
Why was this a problem? Well, frankly, because it kept me from meeting girls. At least at first. It's hard to meet a girl when you try to introduce yourself to one and verbally trip all over your tongue (and no jokes about a tongue long enough to trip over, please).
Ultimately, finally, I figured out that I should use my strengths to my advantage. I may have a hard time talking, but I could write! Oh could I write. A poet I was! At least in my own mind. What I would do is, to introduce myself to a girl, I'd write her a poem! And smile. I had a good smile once upon a time.
This worked. Eventually. A girl came to understand me. We dated. She liked my written words, even helped to encourage me to write a book! It was fun. We got along. We got married. Somehow I managed to stumble out an "I do." Not the easiest thing to do! I have no idea how I got through all my.. whaddyacallit... my vows. I'm not even sure I did.
Well, that's when everything began to fall apart. She was awful for me. I was awful for her. We argued. We fought. She cheated on me! She moved out. I moved out. We both moved out, it doesn't matter. We split. I hated her. Then we filed for divorce.
We ended up back in front of a judge who asked me if I really, really wanted to divorce this woman. "I do," I said clear as day.
Nothing ever felt easier to say
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