During ice-breakers, when people ask if anyone has a special skill or ability, I always forget that I can touch my tongue to my nose. It’s something I wish I remembered more often.
Too often I say things that I wish I could take back. Sometimes, I don’t think before I talk. I’m rash in my words. It’s too easy to be ignorant and not conscientious about how the words I speak impact the people hearing them. I forget the power of my tongue.
I was in geometry class when I realized I could touch my tongue to my nose. I was sitting in class, bored most likely, when I got the urge to do so. I knew my aunt could do it, so I wanted to see if I had the same weird ability as well. As I came to find out, I did. My teacher stopped her lesson to tell me to put my tongue back into my mouth.
Most of the time, however, I don’t have someone there to tell me to pull my tongue back into my mouth, to stop me from uttering something that comes out the wrong way or is unintentionally rude. I need to remember, when I feel my tongue coming out of my mouth, to stop myself. At those times when thought is needed but words are not, I have to remember instead to touch my tongue up to my nose.
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