I couldn’t seem to get my words out yesterday. Sometimes, I find myself silenced by fear, or stuttering over words when I’m uncertain. Most people won’t notice this as if I’m not with people I feel very comfortable with in times like this, or I’m not being forced to speak, I often won’t say anything much.
Yesterday though, it wasn’t to do with anxiety. I have a history of muddling up the words for hot air balloon. I don’t know why. Oblong has a wall hanging she bought when she was eight, an appliqued block colour balloon with pockets, mounted onto hessian. Ever since I first saw it, I’ve seemed unable to refer to the design as anything but an umbrella. Oblong’s used to this quirk and seems to be able to differentiate between when I am actually talking about umbrellas and when I might actually mean hot air balloon.
Yesterday I started calling them helicopters.
Apparently, all the things that go up in the air are stored in the same place in my brain and the tagging system has an error. I wonder what I’ll call them next.