How F*#king Profound.
I LOST MY VOICE
I have no opinions, no thoughts on the matter. I don't care who wins the election. I diet in the spring, binge in the winter, diet again. Go to see the Blockbusters, wait for indies to get on Netflix. I Say I've watched "Game of Thrones" but avoid talking about the details, I listen to top 40, and get trunk on the weekends. Taco Tuesday is a real thing, so is Throwback Thursday and Flashback Friday. I always wear makeup and dress-up to leave the house. I'd rather watch reality TV, than go out a live it and I eat organic or vegan if that's what you're doing.
But really, I lost my voice. Like when I try to speak it's worse than Wheezy from Toy Story.
To someone like me this is a profound thing. I don't know how to be quiet, to only listen and not interject some opinion or thought..
Not talking for a day? WHAT?! No way....
No way...not going to happen
But I have very little choice in the matter
My best friend is getting married and I am honored to go with her to her dress fitting. At first I overdo it, I dramatically point and gesture with loud, open arms how stunning she looks. Then I resign from the caricature of myself and all I can do is smile. My best friend, who means more to me than anything is in front of me literally looking like the most beautiful thing in the entire world and all I can do is smile. And that's enough. She doesn't need me to show or tell her how stunning she is. Her beauty and happiness reflects on me and speaks for itself.
Later that day I catch up with a friend. A friend I haven't seen in a long time because we had a disagreement...It's a friendship I cherish and have missed. I must chose my words wisely....Bring up pain from the past? F*#k no. I want to hear about the beauty and success in their life. I want to root for them and tell them I love them. I cut all the crap and beneath all of it chose only the love. See that's the beauty of losing your voice...
You end up FINDING it