Recently, I've found myself censoring my final thoughts into forms that just about anyone could appreciate.
This means that my vocabulary has grown extensively, but also means my buffer time's increased...
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dramatically.
I could just rage-quit, but when I don't like what someone's said, I'll quietly defend my case in a secure tone and moral comfort.
That doesn't happen to me!
In addition to all of this, I've realized how much less shy I am to social matters.
Today, I spent an hour talking to a very well-known DJ at westy. From that time, not only did I get a warm welcome to help out with any of his future gigs, but also I can now say I have DJ connections. This wouldn't have happened if it weren't for me and good ol' sound guy's will to break rules.
Yes, Westy, I'm not your junior representative in charge of checking in with the DJ. Hell if I even go to that school!
I remember when I used to feel so small in a high school. Now I look around and all I see are small....small people. What gives?
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