(for the new year, I'm going to switch it up and do some different theme days)
(also, my title is alliterative; I love alliteration, in fact the other day I said something to Geo and he said "ah yes, speaking in alliteration again!" I hadn't even realized it...)
I'm loud; I always have been and suspect I always will be. As long as I can remember I've done everything loudly. I talk loudly, I laugh loudly, I cry loudly, hell I even WALK loudly. I can't help it, I'm just naturally loud.
Why though? Why am I so loud?
(here comes the truth...)
I'm afraid I'm not being noticed.
Now how ridiculous is that? I'm honestly surprised when people I've met in passing remember me. I'm very surprised when people whom I've never met directly know who I am. (and it also surprises me that people don't remember me as "the loud one") I suppose my very loud persona is a way to cover up the fact that deep down I feel invisible a lot. Which, again, is kind of silly, because I'm obviously *not* invisible at all.
So there you have it, I'm loud. Always have been, always will be. Now if you'll pardon me, I'm off to work on some more alliterative titles for blogs!
1 comment:
It's not ridiculous because I realized the same thing about myself a few years back while watching old home movies from high school. I couldn't believe people liked me, much less wanted to be around me. I laughed loud, talked loud, and etc. Thank you for posting this because honestly, it's as though you looked into me and wrote it out. Xoxo
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