The Delicate Art of Being Witty

I hate it when you're having a conversation with somebody, and there are lots of people who you would kill to impress around, and there's the perfect moment to say something witty, and nothing comes out.

The most you can hope for is some punching of the air, word gagging, and expressing of how much you wish you had something witty to say.

Then at least maybe there's the off chance that you'll get laughter and respect, if only for pure awkwardness.

I am such a fail around people.

Unless they have known me long enough to get past that, and I feel comfortable enough with them to act like a complete idiot without really caring.

I have no shame when it comes to public performance, at least then you see the audience as one big mass of faces, without being able to clearly focus on the fact that each person in the audience could very well be judging you and everything you do. You just don't notice it, all you see is the faces.

But when you know exactly who you're talking to, and you can pick out each and every person who is listening in, all you get is word vomit.

Ah well, I'll just cling to the whole "so awkward it's funny" thing I seem to have going on, it's served me okay thus far.