Mea culpa, mea culpa,

Mea maxima culpa…

I have to confess that I am not good at communicating with the tongue, and I am better at it with the written word. At least I’m not a mime.

I can write and organize my feelings, but it takes time. Instantaneous, extemporaneous argumentation (not arguing) is not something I have ever been good at, nor will I ever be. It’s just not my makeup.

So what’s wrong with that? What’s wrong with that is, I’m not making money as a writer, and I’m not interacting with people with any degree of success because other people demand instantaneous, extemporaneous dialogue. They want the give and take, the repartee. They get some perverse pleasure from the thrill of someone misspeaking; they enjoy seeing someone at a loss for words. They like the games of tongue. But true human intercourse is more than words, I would hope. What about just reading people’s eyes? But that’s one-way communication you might say. Well, for some reason, people watch my eyes, and have accused me of drilling them with my eyes. I was born with my eyes. I didn’t do anything to change them. They just scare people. And I don’t even wear glasses.

So I’m writing. Don’t call.