Monday, 2 November 2015
Story #69 - Only blabla and yadda yadda
I walking up and down the streets every day, going left and right, juggling between people moving aimlessly, trying to reach their destination, some fast as a lynx, others slow as a cat about to fall asleep. I don't know where they're going. I can guess, though.
What I'd like to know is what they say.
I only hear "blabla" from the guys, and "yadda yadda" from the gals. And the weird thing is that they understand each other. They laugh, they smile, they growl, they smirk, they snog, they frown, they shout.
I'd like that to happen to me, too.
I'm probably the only person that can talk in a language, and it's hard to communicate. Even with my folks and colleagues.
Good thing I know sign language.