( The nose knows. Such a random thought to have filter through her mind. )
Not all of it! ( She says, amused at the outset. Her voice sobers into something more conversational; factual, after her own fashion. ) We've all got things we work through on our own. Besides, it's not like people want to actually hear everything I have to say. Imagine what whining from me would sound like! It makes people uncomfortable, and it makes me feel like I'm wasting time if I whine. No fun for anyone! And definitely not exciting.
( Forcing others to think about the concessions she makes or needs made, how things take longer for her, period, how this that and the other... nawh. Unless they were family, or paid, or mor recently, good friends, they didn't care. It was uncomfortable to be made to confront something scary -- which, for some reason, seemed to be what physical debilitations came across as to those without them. In how their eyes slid by sometimes, or they got nervous, not knowing how to ask.
She's not sure she can understand, but she's forgiven a lot of people for it. )
So yeah. Sometimes it's easier to be amused than it is to be anything else. My friend Kelly? She used to get snippy and angry. James would get angry, then get things done. I laugh. When you're in the uncute stage of life, after being a kid, before you're an adult, you find your own ways to handle stuff.
( Was that wrong? The other things she held in were partly so new she never knew how to process them. Then there were the secrets she was keeping for other people... aah, when did life get complicated! )
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Not all of it! ( She says, amused at the outset. Her voice sobers into something more conversational; factual, after her own fashion. ) We've all got things we work through on our own. Besides, it's not like people want to actually hear everything I have to say. Imagine what whining from me would sound like! It makes people uncomfortable, and it makes me feel like I'm wasting time if I whine. No fun for anyone! And definitely not exciting.
( Forcing others to think about the concessions she makes or needs made, how things take longer for her, period, how this that and the other... nawh. Unless they were family, or paid, or mor recently, good friends, they didn't care. It was uncomfortable to be made to confront something scary -- which, for some reason, seemed to be what physical debilitations came across as to those without them. In how their eyes slid by sometimes, or they got nervous, not knowing how to ask.
She's not sure she can understand, but she's forgiven a lot of people for it. )
So yeah. Sometimes it's easier to be amused than it is to be anything else. My friend Kelly? She used to get snippy and angry. James would get angry, then get things done. I laugh. When you're in the uncute stage of life, after being a kid, before you're an adult, you find your own ways to handle stuff.
( Was that wrong? The other things she held in were partly so new she never knew how to process them. Then there were the secrets she was keeping for other people... aah, when did life get complicated! )