I am going to write about talking. Something which I am not that good at. I'm more of a listener. I can talk, but most of the time it is just waffle I'm afraid.
See, I reckon there is a technique to talking. The technique is to slow down. I've tried it, and it helps massively. That millisecond that you do slow will allow you the shortest fusion in your brain, so that your mouth knows what to say next.
I am getting better. At school around about ten years ago I didn't really speak. Something happened when I went from Primary to Secondary and I completely lost all my confidence in speaking. I remember we had to present on stage something to the rest of the class. I was so nervous, and so awkward. I can't think why. I'm sure it was just nerves so that I didn't make a fool out of myself. I remember all eyes dawning upon me, and I was a goner.
Thing is, I've learned to deal with that now. I've presented things at work to many people, everyone from a class of 9 years old's to Gordon Brown! I didn't get that nervous then. I suppose it was due to my hormones being in a juxtaposed state.
Those teenage years were spent mainly on mute. I only grunted, or made quick comments, something which enabled me to become "Wittiest Person of the Year" in the sixth form awards. I must have been doing something right. I actually remember my English teacher Miss N (not going to say her name) turning to the person next to her and whispering "How has he won that?" Yes Miss, I did hear you. I just didn't speak up in class much.
Really though, I'm happy. I've managed to keep playing football at a fantastic level, and the next two years of my life could be my finest yet. All I've got to do is speak coherantly and slowly and then everyone will understand me.
If it don't work I'll still be around, just listening in on your conversation!
Comprende?
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