I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream

Okay, so I have a mouth. But considering its a Day Of Silence here in support of the LGBT community, (though it is my day of silence, too, in honor of the victims of the Boston bombing. May the benevolent spirits be with them) I have not spoken today except for when I absolutely must; here's my little list of frustrations with being quiet (and it's only halfway over!):

Attempting to have Extended Conversations
And then you get angry when I can't respond! Seriously?! I showed you my pre-written paper explaining the situation!

Trying to Play a Game of Charades
I suck at Charades. Like, it's ridiculous, the level of suck I possess. And I try to communicate that way anyhow. I've already given several people the finger today out of frustration as I desperately try to tell them something only to have them laugh as I frantically wave my arms like a Wacky Waving Inflatable Floaty Arm Guy. Those guys are scary.

 

"WooooOOOOOoooOOO! DooOONN'TT COOMMMEEE HEEEERREEE!"

Taking my Silence as Consent to Bug the Shit out of Me

I'm not talking, and working on a very important assignment! Please! By all means! Get in my face and discuss to me in depth how important it is that you see a doctor about your strange belly button blisters or what not! ...okay, that didn't actually happen. But I digress.

 

No Words?! BLASPHEMY!

Why do you try so hard to make me talk? Really? Really? This isn't a game! This is a matter of silence out of respect! Though I am currently yelling digitally. Over a blog. 

As I will continue to do so as long as I am writing here.