I hate the sound of my own voice

I don’t talk a whole lot Most of the time I have taken up the idea of It is deeply ingrained. Though I do wonder if I hate it because when I think I stutter and then while I think that. My brain replays what I said in my head. Now that creates a feedback loop. I hear it twice. Then my annoyingly self conscious mind begins to wonder what those around me are thinking. It makes me seize up more. Boom I’m stuck. In reality I’m sure no one cares. The real issue is that I hear my voice so rarely that when I do hear what I really sound like, I can almost feel how the vocal cords are bending to make my own unique frequency of voice.

In order to truly control something you have train it. So that is what I did.. A few times at least. I read the first page of Harry Potter a couple times, My tongue got stiff in a few of the takes I also noticed that it is quite impossible for me to recite word for word. It is like my brain wants to just skip those words and give it a more human sound to it almost as if the way we write is not equal to that of human speech. It has to be perfect. But the real question is …..

Is it?

I just read the first paragraph outed close to a nightmare of everything sizing up boom here we go round two here we go .

A City of the End

I know of a city. Formed off broke Ambition, The hope being that this grand plan of a municipality would rival that of the finest. Great ancient builders put a great deal of the gold snow into it. In this world, In the areas that had the highest potential to be fantastic. One of the gods came to cultivate it, grow the finest of trees. The finest greens. The far off opposing city of lost Silver was supposed to tremble in its. Wake. The land was gathered up. The God set to work for many years though eventually, he grew tired, and his project ended. The God left, and the inhabitants tried to make their own way, but they liked things being the way they were. Time passed, and the ideas of the future remained stagnant for much later time. Older wise men came there to live their days peacefully And passed in. Due time. That was was where the city got its name. The young sprouts that went from the land always tried to uproot themselves. Their little green legs popping up between the cracks the run to the beginning, away from the end.

Books! Are they dying?

There are so many different ways to read books today, you can listen read physical books or even get ebooks that you can have a version on you at all times. But people seem to be getting less into reading more into videos so how do we know what is next? What do you think?

Is thinking about things bad?

You’ve probably had those things that you watch or play and they are so profoundly deep that you think and you think on it. It goes deep. There are so many different to interpret it you could probably take a course on it and still have more to learn afterwards. So what do you do in those situations? Well for starters I think it’s great to watch films that make you think or see part but I also think it is great to watch lighter things to give your mind a break. But when you do think about it I do think it would be best to think about it for a few days and then move on to the next things.\

So not in moderation.

Happiness is important

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Don’t over analyze things, if you do things can get confusing . I mean every day is a gift and if you are too focused on yesterdays gift then hoe could you appreciate what you are presently given! Cape Diem.

Bad advice you don’t need

Let’s say that you have someone that you like. That person talks to you all the time. And they smile at you and let’s say your mind is getting the vibes. You know those ones. The winky moment kind of saying hey maybe I like you. Well, perhaps you think I gotta tell everyone, well, see I think the better bet would be to act on your thoughts, you think they like you? So get to know them to discover if you enjoy them too! Then ask them out! Otherwise, you could accidentally get stuck with the insecurities of previous generations, so the most essential part is to do you and not let others instill fear.

The Journey

Journeys are the most important of the story or a game. The ending does hold some level of importance, but in the sense of reality, we all have to go through something to get to the end of something else. Boom, we see the end of the tunnel. It is far off but to it the problem is we panic stuck in the darkness of night keep going. You think it’s gonna swallow you whole, it feels cold you lose hope as you get close to the end it gets unbearable, doom breaths down your neck and right when you are collapsing and crawling to the end you are sure you aren’t gonna make it. Why am I doing this, you say? Keep crawling, you’ll make it.

Everybody

I don’t know about you but I often use video games as a way to cope with an annoying bad day? Right? Yeah you feel me, I know you were probably at school looking at that cute girl Joanna ( or maybe you were checking Mathew cause impure he’s cool too) Anyway I bet today you were like I’m finally gonna ask them out yeah?

Well you didn’t, you got really nervous and chickened out… and thats okay like everyone does occasionally, your brain will be like nah this is a special you thing that you and only you go through, but really we all feel you don’t worry

Skyrim the creative stimulant

Skyrim is probably one of the best games that I have played. To me in recent efforts to replay it there is the realization that it is actually a creative stimulant. One of my favorite things to do is the game is to create a character and then build up a story on how they go to the different plot lines. This game is weird because instead of just fighting every last enemy I saw and doing everything for the sake of doing everything I was constructing a narrative deep within my head to justify things happening. This wasn’t an average play through instead this was the epic tale of how a dark elf was running from his homeland of Morrowwind all in an effort to better himself but in turn actually ushering himself down a dark path he must later find a way to redeem himself in his own eyes, as he was a little too skilled in the line of shadow, no one knew who he was so at the end of his journey he joins the Companions to redeem himself do good in his twilight years you could say. More or less.

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