When you laugh at me, I learn where my blind spots are. Things I am trying to do suddenly seem ridiculous.
It’s not that I winced or spoke sharply when you noticed me misspeaking.
It’s not that I misspoke.
It’s that I obviously can’t stand making mistakes and I try so hard to elude criticism that my mistakes are inevitably funny to the people around me who have to put up with my almost obsessively erudite use of language in ordinary discourse.
Then again, I’ve been putting the books into the air and writing the talk down on paper for a while and it looks like it’s finally time to switch that back up.
