Well, that's semi-horrible. He's always losing his tail, and I can relate. I haven't seen my tail in a long time. I just can't put it behind me... Zing! (Get it?) (See? Hilarious.)
I thought the eeyore joke was funny too. I like you. You seem like the kind of person that has something to say.
What you need to do is talk in a commanding voice which bespeaks of self-confidence and deportment Then they'll remember everything you say :cheers2: Hotwater
edit :^ ^ ^ ^ (up a couple) ive been trying to lose my mind but it seems to be attached. sorry i didnt get it i didnt know what to say perhaps im not as up on my winnie the pooh as i shoudl be
Well, thank you, Face Eater. I do have plenty to say, but mostly I just keep it in my head for safe keeping. And, Marvin, it's a tail and I said put it behind me. Get it now? ... It's not nearly as funny when you have to explain it. Haha.
You should try a new approach. Start talking about your mass murder intentions and your hatred for the infidels.
not really the same, but i have a pretty soft voice. and sometimes people pretend to hear what i say, and carry on a conversation having no idea what i'm saying.
Yes, but that will raise their hackles. And with raised hackles you cannot get a knife to the neck as easily. And without a knife to the neck you cannot possibly dream of committing mass murder. I know, I've thought this through. I will commit mass murder, all Kill Bill Uma Thurman vs. The Crazy 88 style. But they cannot know lest hackles be raised. ...I really just like to say hackles.
Hackles is an intriguing word. I have not thought of mass murder but I often think of heists. I know of a cash register that holds upwards of $10,000 in cash at the end of a busy sale day near an entrance to a department store with very little security at all. The door is about 5m from the road. A simple shoplifting diversion should have all the bored guards at the other end of the store while we quickly empty the register.
And then whereabouts shall we head? We could get a beat up pickup and a dog with a bandana and head for Nevada where prostitution is legal and become big time pimps. Bitches and hos all over the place. And if they don't pay us our cash, we break their legs.
Alas, I live in Australia, far from civilization, where toilets are all outside and pigeons are the only form of communication. We have states here too where prostitution is legal. Maybe we can start an international racket and trade bitches.
Funny, I have a friend with your exact problem, and he is also quite touchy and defensive when it comes to his own shortcomings! Maybe it's a problem with caring too much about "how you sound" and thus not really putting yourself forward and saying things with the right energy to make people really stop and listen. Right, and yet people seem to not really hear you. So either you're wrong, or you're missing something in the picture. Careful with this, it's not always a good thing You may have no idea how much you are telling people with things outside your voice. Posture, the way you walk, eye contact, tone of voice, punctuation, style of speaking, topics you bring up and topics you come into to voice an opinion . . . many, many indices that people take subconsciously to make a judgement call on what kind of person one is. But then why do they care about the shit other people are saying? Do you see an inconsistency here? I somehow doubt the problem is with everyone else, and you are just this funny, great, interesting person. Behold, the defensive reaction. Yeah, but that's because I'm freaking amazing. Lighten up, and stop taking constructive criticism from a fucking stranger on the internet so seriously.
I have that problem, but I think part of the issue with me is that sometimes I talk so much people eventually zone out, are on auto pilot when listening to me. That being said though, I tend to repeat things over and over that I've said before simply because I know they probably didn't hear me anyway, and I figure that eventually, they will. *laughs*