sigholdaccountlost wrote:
Everyone has an accent. You just can't hear your own.
Some have less pronounced accents than others. It can also be somewhat relative. In terms of a U.S. accent (yes, in and of itself that implies there is one) I don't really have a regional one. I was born and raised in the south, yet unless I get really drunk around those with a real southern accent, I don't have a very pronounced one. Others have told me they don't even notice that I have one.
That being said, if I go to
any other country, of course people will say I have an accent. In this one, others don't seem to think I have one.
And now for my own rant...
I don't get people. Well, specifically women. Maybe it is normal women, maybe it is all women, maybe it is abnormal women and I just have great luck in finding mostly that kind, and specifically becoming interested in that type. Never on the same wavelength. Better yet, never on the same frequency. Even if there are mutual thoughts or inclinations (which seems to be rare enough,) it is never anywhere near the same timing. Or maybe it is that they're mildly interested, I f**k up, they get annoyed, they get over it, they get more interested, and by that point I've forced myself to do the best to move on. Not entirely move on, once I notice they are at the least
acting interested (either as best as I can tell...which isn't all that great, or according to others), then my life is back to s**t and I"m back to square one, but this time paranoid, unsure of everything, and reluctant to act in any way whatsoever. Leading me into a worse situation than I had been in initially.
The timing. The timing always seems really...
off. That's going to be the death of me. For now, it is just the slow and non-permanent injury of my left bicep. Eventually, it
will be the death of me, from organ failure or otherwise.
Rant's over, but I can't think of a better place to put this, so...
Things are taking their toll already. I'm getting more bitter. Less caring. Catching myself thinking in much less positive ways in terms of others. More aggressive. More angry, in some ways angry at the world. I don't like it, but I don't know how to stop it.