Part II of a writing challenge by Elizabeth at 1sojournal:
I hear: nothing… just a vague rumble. I can feel the house buzzing under my feet; it feels as though a wind is hitting the side of the house and getting underneath the floorboards. But it could be pipes or the water tank… I don’t know.
I removed my hearing aids because my ears were tired. Sometimes they get sore and I have to rest them for a day or two.
If Mum comes in behind me and wants my attention, she will stamp on the floor or thump the desk so that I feel the vibrations.
I regret: breaking things. Hurting feelings. Mishearing or misunderstanding things, or expressing myself poorly, especially when it leads to missed opportunities.
I always: support myself when going downstairs. When you live with cats, it’s sensible to be prepared!
I cry: as privately as possible. I hate funerals for that reason… I will never go to anyone’s funeral ever again if I can avoid it… but I will find my own way of remembering people. I read about those who fear people won’t come to their own funerals, and I don’t understand at all. I wouldn’t care. I will have escaped!
I don’t always: know what’s going on. In fact that’s such an understatement it’s almost funny. You miss cues and information about what everyone is doing and where they’re going. You wait for people to say goodbye to each other so that you can say goodbye too at the right moment. You wave when everyone surges forwards, only for the conversation to continue… or for those people to reappear (seemingly as arranged) at the next place. Then people finally leave, rushing off just as you’re looking the other way.
I fight: when I’m angry.
I write: more than I speak.