Hi friends,
Iām trying something new todayāI recorded a mini voice essay. Click the play button above and listen to ninety seconds of a piece titled āwhen the clock forgets to tickā. I hope you guys like it. Let me know in the comments please. What do you think? Do you want more of these?
The text is below:

When the clock forgets to tick
Have you ever had an experience that lasted ten minutes but felt like an eternity?
Maybe you frantically searched for your passport as boarding closed for your connecting flight. The attendants announce ālast callā and an emotional procession begins in your body. The rush of hurried sweat. The nervous laughter. The muttered encouragement to soften the blow.Ā
Self-criticism and resignation grab the microphone: āOf course, this happens to me nowā. Your shaky fingers scramble through the same pouch multiple timesāeach time, you know the passport is not there, but you need something for those anxious, impatient fingers to do. So you assign them work, useless work, but work that keeps them from shaking in your face and making you more worried.
Busy work. Like the nonsense theatre you do at your desk when your manager brushes behind you in the office.Ā
Or maybe you reach for the loving pet name you call yourself when you screw up. (Donāt pretend you donāt have one š) In my self-dialogue, Iām usually āTobiā, but when I mess up Iām strictly āTobiasā. Thatās because, in moments like this, āTobiiiiā sounds too similar to a friend welcoming me after a few years of distance. Its āeeeeā sound is too warm and happy. After a screw up, I need the padding and cushion of a consonant that can take a few blows. That āsā is crucial. At least for a moment or two, before self-love stitches the wound.
If you liked this piece, please let me know by liking or commenting below. Thanks for reading and listening š.
It's so funny how we use our full names when we mess up, like some childhood trauma from when our parents would use our first middle and last name when we annoy them as children š
āSo you assign them work, useless work....ā love this, so true. Spot on. Done it many times myself with keys, phones, etc. love your writing style and observations :)