On Thursday, I came up with an idea. At the time, I thought it was a good one. I decided that it’d be fun to record the folks in my life and hand out snippets of each person’s voice. So, for example, whenever mentioning Gerry I’d put up a sound file of him speaking. In my head, this seemed like a fun idea especially considering folks often assign voices to people no matter what he/she actually sounds like.
Today, I have been listening to what I’ve recorded so far. I must tell you, I am inches away from actually hating myself. What a humbling experience, hearing oneself converse with folks.
In summation, one of two things might happen should you try this at home: You might suddenly discover that you’re kind of an idiot and you might work to change that about yourself; or you might become a statistic for the nation’s overall suicide rating.
You know that’s probably something we should all do at least once or twice in a lifetime…listen to ourselves.
I can’t believe how totally thoughtless I am sometimes. And the way I listen to others? Not good. It’s as if I’m not paying attention sometimes when in actuality I am. I also can’t believe how much I say that doesn’t need to be said. it’s as if I speak to hear myself do so. I must be afraid of silence. Wow, it’s actually astonishing. Maybe I’ll put it up just to prove how completely pointless I can be.
Oh, and swearing sounds absolutely hideous.
In print as well.
Thank goodness I don’t do that often when I write. I dont’ think so, anyway. I am seriously am going to give it up in speech. It’s really gross.
It’s even uglier when you hear your kids parrot your cursing. Except for Owen. When he says “Son of a BITCH” (because he didn’t get any candy in his goodie bag at Jonnie’s birthday party) it’s hysterical.
“might suddenly discover that you’re kind of an idiot and you might work to change that about yourself”………i wish i could and i’m sure i could if i weren’t so damn dumb! : )
You ain’t dumb, greg. Remember what George used to say? Remember? “Greg, you’re so bright, that’s why I call you son.” You’re a champ.
I always sound like a crazed redneck. It ain’t pretty.