Well....life's gotta go on.....I don't think i'm up to doing speech therapy anymore. I mean so many other courses to choose from....why speech therapy?? Well ya, get to work with disturbed children and get to touch tongues all day....and there is a short course on psychology included in the course, I would leave not only as a speech pathologist but also as a reader of the human being. How can someone read a person? I mean...isn't that weird having a shrink look at you and analze you and your emotions? How can someone know who you are inside and out through text books and experiments? That's just plain freaky.... I don't think anybody knows me well enough....cause if they do they would probably start running away to an undisclosed location so I won't be able to scare them there.....hehehhee!! No really there is this complicated side of me even I haven't fully comprehended, this sadistic, psychotic and well undescribable side.....some may call it immaturity cause when that side starts talking they all go...."Noura grow up"....well I dunno what the scientists would name it but it's called something like 'instinct'.
Somedays when the time passes you by and you mix with forty five different people there is this gut wrenching feeling that makes the mind instantly judge the people you're with....
I have came to realize that people are an amazing species and they all have their different and uniqueness....some you feel utterly comfortable with, even at first meetings, some you just will never let down your guard.
Why do some people tell these little thoughts out loud? They scare people away.....maybe people just don't like to hear the truth, well face it, its reality.....I know that things which are not nice to hear aren't all that bad....it makes you realise your mistakes and nobody's perfect, they might have problem's with their parents, some with their marks, others just have problems making friends....these are just the few little thoughts that run through the mind....why? Why? WHY? Why are they like that? Why don't they have any friends....and we all just come up with our own version of the tale. Assuming and prying, everyone is curious.....well just that people who mention anything about it well they would be warned at....well i guess going against the norms would make that happen.....Well i have heard some weird things that this little brain has been telling mebut well, as long as all those little thoughts that pop out of my head stay in my head and don't escape through my mouth, I reckon I'll probably keep some great friends around me....
But now I'm still confused if I should do speech therapy or not....hmm.....little thoughts, dirty little elvish ghoulish things swimming in the murky warm pools of your creative mind....
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