I have an uncanny ability to find trouble wherever it may be. I live alone and much of that is to save myself from dealing with trouble. Relationships are trouble for me…they never work out well and they just cause…well…trouble.

For me.

I visit this chat area online and I rarely post. It’s easier to keep quiet than to get embroiled in all of the bruhaha that tends to go on. I posted once in an attempt to be silly and it was taken
seriously. All attempts to clarify were ignored and I was lambasted by a few people who felt they knew what I ACTUALLY meant and not by what I actually WROTE.

So…I find trouble. I try to find my way out of it but I usually just end up back in trouble.

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I fell down my stairs this morning. I fell hard. There might have been some ice on them but I can’t really say for sure because I can’t remember anything from this morning. My head hurts. My back hurts. My hips hurt. My neck hurts.

I hurt.

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Linguistics is slowly taking over my life. I’m noticing such silly things as topic shifts, disfluencies, synchrony, interruptions, and various other things more and more often with both spoken and written conversations.

It’s a bit disconcerting.

What is it like you may ask. Imagine that you’re talking to someone and they have a piece of food at the corner of their mouth. You know how distracting that is? That’s how these linguistic components have become for me. They are distracting. Now, if everyone could write and speak *perfectly* it would make life so much less distracted.

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I’ll be back.

Really.