Lynsey
I’ve learnt how to effectively argue over my adult life. I choose a particular speech pattern so that I can effectively recount word for word that which I’ve said ( no need to think) and pay diligent attention to what is being said/ how its said to me so that when the need arises to recount the words uttered I can do it without paraphrasing. This practice has arisen over years of having my words or the other persons words tweaked to convey a completely different meaning. When I’m put in the position to recount parts of a conversation I am told I’m difficult! On one such occasion a man whom I had been seeing looked at me and expressed ” You remember too much! I knew you were intelligent but I didn’t realise you were that intelligent. You’ll be single for the rest of your life, you just intimidate men!” Hmm, we had been seeing each other for over a year! At a club, in the quiet bar when I was in my late teens I had been having a discussion with a chap which I had mentioned a few philosophical theories. I was studying philosophy as one of my A levels. He proceeded to look up from my chest to exclaim ‘Oh my God! A Bimbo with brains.” Just to clarify, there was nothing about the way I looked to warrant my being labelled a bimbo other than having an ample bust, which was covered. I went out to dance, didn’t drink as I didn’t want to falter at dancing, plus I was a poor student so limited to blackcurrant and soda water, I always wore trousers, trainers and a polo neck.. again this was dance related. I didn’t wish for a clothing malfunction and needed sporty footwear to be able to dance with the energy that my friends and I engaged in.