a plea for miserable communication

I love watching the hiccups, uncoordinated rhythms and inadequate words people use when trying to communicate a thought. I love finding my way through erratic discourse, like an unfamiliar tongue inside my mouth, venturing out, trying to fit somewhere. I love following the distorted wrinkles and confused expressions on your face while I talk, trying so hard to keep up with my logic, my equivocal remarks, my circular habit of traveling miles away before arriving at an outcome. it's fucking annoying