Talking with them is sometimes difficult, because I get the sense that they are being extra attentive to the words that I am choosing as I speak. Not so that they can correct me, they are just great listeners. No “uhuhs”, no “yeahs”, not one utterance of auditory interruption to keep me moving along to speed up the conversation. Just listening. Then a moment of eye contact, followed by my stutter into a brief silence. They are still listening closely. I lose my train of thought, and then begin to question what the hell I am even trying to say. They are still listening. So I go back to staring at the table, or the floor, and continue to talk through my thoughts. Rude perhaps to not make eye contact as I speak, but at least then I can focus. I trust they are still listening. // The eggs taste like salmon. They are not supposed to. Cold pizza and water for breakfast. I’ll be fine. // I am not in a hurry, and get confused often by their desire to be and equally confused by their lack of understanding as to why I am not in a hurry. My ankle still hurts. The throbbing pain is only one of the many things that reminds me of pace and patience. Measure twice cut once. Sometime I measure more than twice.
Jimmy Donley - In the Key of Heartbreak - Please Mr. Sandman