It is profound how much more articulate I am in getting my ideas across in writing than I am in speech. I feel at disadvantage when I talk. I often have long pauses in the middle of thoughts and sometimes just trail off into nothingness either because I cannot find the right word or I have no idea where I am going. So, it is a miracle that when I write, the words just seem to flow and are actually parallel to the image in my brain. I think it just goes to show how much time I spent as a child just thinking. I wasn’t one with many words but my imagination went wild, which makes sense in terms of psychology and childhood development. Your communication needs practice in order for you to be in good social standing. However, just as every pro has a con, it works just the same the other way around. I have compensated for the time lost with my tongue with the time spent with my mental processes. And I have enjoyed it. There are many memories that remind me of my younger self loving to be in public places because of how it satisfied the cravings of my ear and how my eyes danced from focus of one detail to another. I loved extracting those tiny pieces of information to combine them into a greater story. I practised reading social cues and could start making calculated guesses of these people’s stories. And it wasn’t judgement. Children don’t think that way. It was an attempt to understand. An attempt to see the reason behind things - things that may have seemed questionable, or more interestingly, the things that seemed to hold no significance at all. It was my way of understanding a stranger’s story untold.