voiceless

So after eating 2 slices of pomelo and some hardcore choral singing on saturday, my voice betrayed me and left, about 6 days before founder's day

It's been very interesting being voiceless

Some observations:

- People tend to whisper back when you whisper at them
- People tend to interpret your hand actions completely wrongly and perhaps thinking of the things you'd say but that you actually aren't saying (which was okay because i realized that i am not as boring and predictable as i sometimes think i am)
- You begin thinking not-in-words (this is difficult to explain...the closest sensation i can get to is when you are thinking of a word and you can't express it verbally or pictorially or even in its dictionary meaning, but you just have a host of sensations that convey its meaning)

I also realised how much of an obligation i feel i have to speak, which made my self-imposed silence to preserve what is left of my voice as it began recovering very difficult.

And i also realised that i can't help speaking to some people, either because they take me by surprise or because they are terribly wrong or misled and i need to tell them otherwise or just because i really want to speak to them and i would even if i knew that speaking to them would mean i couldn't speak to other people for a whole day.