Regreted every minute.
Today I was finally getting out of my last tests. My 15:00 class was suspended and I took the chance of going to a place. This guy I knew on the book club told me about another club some miles near; about 2 months ago. I actually got the courage of getting out of my comfort zone and try it. I could have just go home and enjoy my afternoon but people keep telling that you need to make things happen. So I had to write something for the group. Two pages, top. I rushed to do it knowing the clubs was from 5 to 7. I really gave my best to write something decent but...
The printer at UNI won't let me. The right side of the page came blurry or almost in blank. I tried a couple of times and nothing. I thought I won't let be defeated so I went and filled the gaps using my memory. I had band rehearsal at 8, so my time was scarce. The printer issue made me get there late. No better way to meet new people by being late and enter a full room with everyone staring at you. I suffer from a slight speech inpediment and my tone of voice is nosey and not very clear. The class was pretty good and I was able to hear other people read their work. They were really good. I didn't say anything or made any critic until the teacher asked me.
1st signal of inadequacy.
He probably saw me and asked me because I wasn't participating. My quietness shows yet again. I responded the best I could, struggling to get my words in the best way possible.
We hear about 7 works until we got pass the end time.
2dn Signal. I never was able to say I was going late to rehearsal because it was my first time and I didn't want to be rude. And I wanted to read my stuff to not feel I wasted time doing it. I was scared to do it anyway.
So the last person narrated his story and they were set. At that moment I hesitated. My two pages were barely legible and I didn't want to take the risk. Reading it was hard, even more if I had the preassure of not knowing what word came after, and only trust my memory. But I also didn't want to be myself again and think "I want to avoid exposure and not reading it" So I did it...
I raised my hand and asked to read it. I took the shot I'm always hearing you need to take. I gave my best, I swear but it was a torture. I was making up some words as I read it. I was in panic. I hear myself but I could hear in the distance "I don't understand" and "he speaks too low". After a minute I had to stop and simply asked for the next week. i was devastated.
They were understanding and all but I know they felt pitty. I explained about the printer but I'm sure they didn't understand my words either that time. I put myself at ridicule. I could just go home and watch youtube, but I took a risk and failed miserably.
After that I got late to rehearsal and tried not to cry the hole time. I really don't want to go next week. By that time my voice won't sound better or louder. I won't pronounce better or have a better tone. They writings were so good and I just looked like an idiot. I don't know why I even try. I followed that **** advice of making things happen and only bad things happen. Why does every aspect of myself has to be a battle in the most common things? Why I can't have a ******* rest?! I feel like screaming right now...
Today I was finally getting out of my last tests. My 15:00 class was suspended and I took the chance of going to a place. This guy I knew on the book club told me about another club some miles near; about 2 months ago. I actually got the courage of getting out of my comfort zone and try it. I could have just go home and enjoy my afternoon but people keep telling that you need to make things happen. So I had to write something for the group. Two pages, top. I rushed to do it knowing the clubs was from 5 to 7. I really gave my best to write something decent but...
The printer at UNI won't let me. The right side of the page came blurry or almost in blank. I tried a couple of times and nothing. I thought I won't let be defeated so I went and filled the gaps using my memory. I had band rehearsal at 8, so my time was scarce. The printer issue made me get there late. No better way to meet new people by being late and enter a full room with everyone staring at you. I suffer from a slight speech inpediment and my tone of voice is nosey and not very clear. The class was pretty good and I was able to hear other people read their work. They were really good. I didn't say anything or made any critic until the teacher asked me.
1st signal of inadequacy.
He probably saw me and asked me because I wasn't participating. My quietness shows yet again. I responded the best I could, struggling to get my words in the best way possible.
We hear about 7 works until we got pass the end time.
2dn Signal. I never was able to say I was going late to rehearsal because it was my first time and I didn't want to be rude. And I wanted to read my stuff to not feel I wasted time doing it. I was scared to do it anyway.
So the last person narrated his story and they were set. At that moment I hesitated. My two pages were barely legible and I didn't want to take the risk. Reading it was hard, even more if I had the preassure of not knowing what word came after, and only trust my memory. But I also didn't want to be myself again and think "I want to avoid exposure and not reading it" So I did it...
I raised my hand and asked to read it. I took the shot I'm always hearing you need to take. I gave my best, I swear but it was a torture. I was making up some words as I read it. I was in panic. I hear myself but I could hear in the distance "I don't understand" and "he speaks too low". After a minute I had to stop and simply asked for the next week. i was devastated.
They were understanding and all but I know they felt pitty. I explained about the printer but I'm sure they didn't understand my words either that time. I put myself at ridicule. I could just go home and watch youtube, but I took a risk and failed miserably.
After that I got late to rehearsal and tried not to cry the hole time. I really don't want to go next week. By that time my voice won't sound better or louder. I won't pronounce better or have a better tone. They writings were so good and I just looked like an idiot. I don't know why I even try. I followed that **** advice of making things happen and only bad things happen. Why does every aspect of myself has to be a battle in the most common things? Why I can't have a ******* rest?! I feel like screaming right now...