I...have a confession.
I cant whistle.
I try...and only air comes out. Only once in a blue moon a tiny fleeting squeek may slip out.
Im so ashamed .... I have yet to meet a person who cant whistle..... Im so alone. Isolated in a world of whistlers. If my dog ran away...I wouldnt be able to call him back. If I see a cute guy...I couldnt cat-call him. At concerts....while everyone else is whistling.....I can only hold out a lighter...and stand with my half inch flame....in silence.
Maybe this is why I chose to be physical in my lifestyle...all this pent up rage. The agony...the shame...
if I were a bird..........Id be a crow.
I cant whistle.
I try...and only air comes out. Only once in a blue moon a tiny fleeting squeek may slip out.
Im so ashamed
.... I have yet to meet a person who cant whistle..... Im so alone. Isolated in a world of whistlers. If my dog ran away...I wouldnt be able to call him back. If I see a cute guy...I couldnt cat-call him. At concerts....while everyone else is whistling.....I can only hold out a lighter...and stand with my half inch flame....in silence.
Maybe this is why I chose to be physical in my lifestyle...all this pent up rage. The agony...the shame...
if I were a bird..........Id be a crow.
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Oh, I updated with an explanantion for the jibberish...