V is for Voices

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I’ve fallen behind by two days in this blog challenge.

It’s not that I’ve given up on this or anything. At the very last minute I decided to accompany my better half to London for the weekend and completely abandoned this A-Z challenge.

My V post is for the voices in my head, and possibly publicly outs me as a prospective crazy.

You know when you are in a certain place or situation and a voice in your head tells you to do something that would be sooooo bad.

Or is that just me?

An example where my voice tries to get me into trouble is anywhere where there is a one or two minute silence. I swear, it tells me that I have tourettes and that I should shout the word “Wanker” really loud, or I’m sitting in front of my kids’ teachers in a parents evening and it tells me to “Laugh” or jump up in a theatre and heckle the performance.

It very nearly got me in a pickle last summer on entering John F.Kennedy Airport.

Prior to me visiting this wonderful city last summer I heard various stories about how Americans hate the British. I’m sure that is pure fictional, but anyway I was pre-warned that the worst of them are the people who work at the airports. Story has it that they will think of anything obscure to now allow you to enter their country and they like nothing better than to turn British citizens away and back to where they came from.

I took this fable with a pinch of salt, but I must admit entering the USA and especially going through the airport I may just have been a teensy weensy bit apprehensive.

I looked for the yellow line and made sure I didn’t dare cross it. Nervously waiting for the queue to subside I kept my eye on those guards who had guns strapped to them and tried to remain calm.

We were up next, passports in hand, visas at the ready and we tried to appear really friendly that there was no way they wouldn’t let us enter their country. The voice was quiet, I’m sure it was tired from the long journey.

We were called up by an American lady who looked as mean as I do when I’m not happy about something. First up she wanted to check our passports, asked us why we were coming to the USA and how long for.

I let husband do the talking and then my trusting naughty voice starts trying to get me into trouble, “Go on” it was saying “Say the word bomb, say it, say it, say it”.

Smiling through this I handed over my passport. “Tell them you have a gun” the voice was saying. For gods sake, why on earth do I think ridiculous things like that? Luckily I’m in charge of that naughty voice and can tone it down.

I smiled, told the voice to take a hike and allowed this lady to take a scan of my thumb. She wasn’t mean at all, she chatted to my son and got us on our way pretty quickly.

I was hoping the voice was going to be held at customs, no such luck.

2 thoughts on “V is for Voices

    trishnugentwriter said:
    April 28, 2014 at 6:34 pm

    I’m glad I’m not alone not only with the voice inside but with being late posting. I was away at a funeral for 3 days and got so far behind I almost gave up. I didn’t and today I completed letter Y. I’m too tired to think of Z…Maybe my inner voice will come up with something.
    Congrats on your blog 🙂


      northernscribbler responded:
      April 28, 2014 at 8:20 pm

      Phew! Thank goodness it’s not just me then.

      Hopefully your inner voice will come up with something for Z. The X for me is problematic and I’m not entirely sure what to write about. Hopefully something will spring to mind.

      Thanks for reading.
      Best Wishes

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