I've been trying to sing along with music from The Sound of Music. I know the music a lot. I've always known the songs. But not the movie. I saw it for the first time last summer.
But I can't yodel. Every time I sing the "Lonely Goatherd", I always purposely mumble over the yodeling parts. Which shows that I can't anything with my tongue. I can't turn the ends up to look like a hot dog bug, I can't pronounce certain words (I always put an "n" in Pretzel, sounding it like "prenzel"), I can't get my tongue pierced; I can't do anything with it except turn it sideways. It's probably because I always bite my tongue whenever I talk. I've bitten it so much, I'm lucky to not have bitten a piece off of it.
Great, now I'm tightly closing my lips to make sure I didn't jinx anything. I always do that. If someone talks about getting work done on their body, I always make sure that the same thing doesn't happen to me. If I see a video of someone getting hit in the crotch, I always close my legs unsure of why it hurts so much, for a man at least.
It's not like I'm insecure or secure. I just don't want anything to fall off my body.
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