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I have a million things to say. Yet I keep silent. I pepper my conversations with pregnant pauses -- Uncomfortable breaks which throw the whole thing off kilter and send the other party slinking away. Much later I practice what I might have said -- Something remarkable or brazen, hilarious or incredibly insightful.   But it's much too late.   Like a show horse balking at a gate, I arrived at the moment of truth and chickened out.   I could have made the jump, I just lacked the necessary courage.   I marvel at people who are so comfortable in their own skins that they can talk with ease and aplum in any situation.    I envy them.   Truth be told, I hate them.   Don't they know I have something great to say?   I'm just a little slow on the draw... Okay, a lot slow... But I do have a million things to say.
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Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 5:17 PM UTC
The Introvert
I have a million things to say. Yet I keep silent. I pepper my conversations with pregnant pauses -- Uncomfortable breaks which throw the whole thing off kilter and send the other party slinking away. Much later I practice what I might have said -- Something remarkable or brazen, hilarious or incredibly insightful.   But it's much too late.   Like a show horse balking at a gate, I arrived at the moment of truth and chickened out.   I could have made the jump, I just lacked the necessary courage.   I marvel at people who are so comfortable in their own skins that they can talk with ease and aplum in any situation.    I envy them.   Truth be told, I hate them.   Don't they know I have something great to say?   I'm just a little slow on the draw... Okay, a lot slow... But I do have a million things to say.
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Canadian
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 5:17 PM UTC
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