I believe that it must be universal. The clumsy fumbles of the intimidated individual. We are all human after all, and what is more human than forced acclamation.
It can’t be that simple an answer anymore.
I would drop things.
It had nothing to do with whatever I dropped. It was just something that I would do.
They said that I would daydream. I constantly tried to navigate the path between my insightful intuitive understanding being shared and heard.
So I would drop things.
I learned that there was no room for my reality beyond my most intimate borders.
So I learned. If my words would be ignored, my actions would suffice.
So I dropped things.
Hard and sudden.
I had no difficulties being understood again.