To me talking is like getting into a pool of jello.
Sometimes you say "hi" and thats about it...its like you go to the edge of the jello pool look in think to yourself "hah! Like I'm stepping in that!" and then you walk away not letting on your fear.
Then you have the conversation thats a little more extensive, feeling like your trying to slowly walk across the top of the jello to the other side. You'll step, test it, find it stable, and then move on until you reach the goal and then quickly run away until you want to test your luck again.
Then there's the ones where you slowly walk across the jello top and suddenly there's a pitfall and your up to your eyeballs in jello and you have to eat your way out...you do this because your so scrambled now that you don't realize the ladder is right there, within reach, and if you just stop it you can get out before your in too deep. Instead you try to fix it, try to talk yourself out of the giant jello pit, you keep going and going and eventually your left in an empty jello pool with a sick feeling in your stomach because you ate too much and also feeling kind of dumb because now, after all that, NOW you see the ladder (which is also now out of reach, you missed your chance, your not that tall). And now both the conversation and your love of jello are dead.
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