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Lecture in a Car

So, I went to a class tonight. That's just setting the stage. Well, when it was time to go home, I asked a guy that lives near me to take me home. I'm always hesitant to ask a ride from him, because he always analyzes my "talkativeness". So were not on the road, before he begins an in depth lecture on how my not talking doesn't help the world. And you don't grow and God wants as to talk. I hardly ever feel angered by people outside my family. And then he asks "So why don't you talk?" First I said, "Because sometimes I have nothing to say." Well that doesn't satisfy him. Oh no, he like, "Did you say that the last time I asked? Can you get a better excuse by then?" And then I said, "I speak when I want to."
"Fair enough," he says. Then he asks, "Then why when you do speak, you speak soft and quiet?" And I said, "Because that's how I speak." I put some stubbornness in my voice. I couldn't get home fast enough. I'm so aggravated. Ahhh! Rant over.

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  1. ARGH makes you just want to slap him and yell "SHUT UP!!!"

    Ha, then he wouldn't think you're soft and quite anymore.

    :P

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  3. Oops I comment as my dad. But anyways, thanks for the comments.

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  4. I hate it when people do that to me! And I like erin's idea. :D

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  5. It's sounds like my one friend and I... he always teases me, but as frustrating as it is, I always think it's fun. A nice and easy bicker... well, sometimes it can get pretty nasty. :o) Though I think he likes me... wow, I over-analyze things way too much.

    It's weird to think of you with a quiet voice. Actually, it's weird to think of any LRRHer's WITH a voice. :o) I'm pretty quiet too; in fact just today someone told me I need to loosen up and be a little louder.

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