You'd like to express your concerns, ask me some questions about what's going on in my mind? Well, go on then; do it.
I'm waiting. I'll give you the time to think about it, but don't take too long, okay?
I'll just sit over here and wait. I'm in no hurry.
Let's see, what's in my pockets? Isn't that the usual sort of question one asks while one is thinking of nothing else? In this case--oh, trick question. I haven't got any pockets right now.
Unusual? Perhaps, for me. Still thinking? I should hope so.
Now then...what else is there...
I don't know. The ball is in your court. I can't answer your questions if you don't ask them. I'm just waiting for you to decide what to ask.
Do you want to watch me talking to myself while you think? Is that all right with you? Mother-may-I-be-the-mad-girl-in-the-corner, just for a moment? Oh, don't worry. I take my own madness about as seriously as I ever did, which is to say not very much at all.
But you made curiosity-eyes at me while casting about for a suitable verbal response, so I'll let you in on a secret:
Are you listening? Closer, please. The others can't be allowed to hear what I've got to say.
Yes, that's close enough. Now close your eyes, and I'll whisper it in your ear.
or maybe i won't.
Sorry. I couldn't resist. No, really, I'm sorry. I'm curious, I'm interested in what you have to say, but you really seem to be taking this all so very seriously, as though it matters one whit in the larger scheme of things. We don't matter at all to most of the other many billions of people covering this world. The importance of what you've (or I've) got to say is all in your head, or in my case, in my head.
Oh....did I upset you? Does it seem that I'm taking this all too lightly, that I'm giving you flippant replies to serious queries? I assure you, I'm taking it just as seriously as you are. Now, about your questions...
Ah, you're still thinking. Well...all right. I can be patient. I'll just still my mind for a while and forget that time exists. Wake me up when you're ready. I'll be here.
I'm waiting. I'll give you the time to think about it, but don't take too long, okay?
I'll just sit over here and wait. I'm in no hurry.
Let's see, what's in my pockets? Isn't that the usual sort of question one asks while one is thinking of nothing else? In this case--oh, trick question. I haven't got any pockets right now.
Unusual? Perhaps, for me. Still thinking? I should hope so.
Now then...what else is there...
I don't know. The ball is in your court. I can't answer your questions if you don't ask them. I'm just waiting for you to decide what to ask.
Do you want to watch me talking to myself while you think? Is that all right with you? Mother-may-I-be-the-mad-girl-in-the-corner, just for a moment? Oh, don't worry. I take my own madness about as seriously as I ever did, which is to say not very much at all.
But you made curiosity-eyes at me while casting about for a suitable verbal response, so I'll let you in on a secret:
Are you listening? Closer, please. The others can't be allowed to hear what I've got to say.
Yes, that's close enough. Now close your eyes, and I'll whisper it in your ear.
or maybe i won't.
Sorry. I couldn't resist. No, really, I'm sorry. I'm curious, I'm interested in what you have to say, but you really seem to be taking this all so very seriously, as though it matters one whit in the larger scheme of things. We don't matter at all to most of the other many billions of people covering this world. The importance of what you've (or I've) got to say is all in your head, or in my case, in my head.
Oh....did I upset you? Does it seem that I'm taking this all too lightly, that I'm giving you flippant replies to serious queries? I assure you, I'm taking it just as seriously as you are. Now, about your questions...
Ah, you're still thinking. Well...all right. I can be patient. I'll just still my mind for a while and forget that time exists. Wake me up when you're ready. I'll be here.