I can never seem to accurately or appropriately translate the words of my heart into the words of my mouth. It's when I feel I need or maybe just want to speak that there is a barrier between my heart and my mouth. The problem, I guess, is that I sometimes speak anyway. It seems talking gets me into situations I never would hope for as does not talking. I am at an impasse. I feel doomed in the world of personal conversation whether it should be small talk or meaningful. I am socially inept in a world that calls me to be social and talkative.
I don't think I have learned or figured out Provers 17. It seems simple, yet out of my grasp. Frustrating.
Unrelated: Fringe is a good show.