Or maybe I just have a big mouth.
Anyway. That's not my confession; you probably already know that.
Here's what's stressing me out: You know how when you go to comment on a blog, you have to copy out the wavy, squiggly letters and numbers in the word verification box? This somehow proves that we are legitimate and sincere blogging commentors, I expect. Well, it is by this exercise that I have learned that I must be dselexic. dyslecicx. dyslexic.
I can't get the letters right. I just can't do it. It's embarassing.
Like, is it some kind of test? Are they looking for intelligence here? Manual dexterity? Are they trying to confuse us? "Ha!" the Word-Verification-Wizards say, "Just let 'em try and copy this one!" And then they give you:
... in a drunken nightmare script, light blue type on aquamarine.
"OK," I say to myself, "I can do this."
I nervously crack my knuckles and squint.
what I think
close my eyes
and push the "publish" button,
hoping against hope...
I peek through one eye
if I've passed
I usually miss it the first time.
And, you know they punish you if you don't get it right the first time, by making the second test longer and more difficult. Yep. The next one'll be:
And you'd better get that one right. Or they'll start getting really suspicious. They might send the word verification police. Or ban you from the comboxes. Oh, sorrow of sorrows!
It's nerve wracking! I don't know if I can stand the pressure!
Isn't life hard enough?