Public Speaker in my Thoughts and Dreams

Imagine myself as a public speaker. Keep on seeing myself orating, speaking to others. I enjoy it. I am a narcissist. Besides, I’ve done it well. Two eulogies, one for each of my mother’s parents, were my most satisfying speeches. Brought people to laughter and to tears. Drama geek in high school. Won debates in junior high and high school. In junior high I convinced the class that aliens had visited the Earth. Later in high school, as Scarlett O’Hara, I persuaded the class that slavery was moral, right, and necessary. Scary how people easily can be swayed. My ability to manipulate, to pull heart-strings, to seem to make sense, even when my arguments were not correct, scared me. Whether and how to use this gift, I wonder.

First written 3/1/14 at 1:01 pm