It must have been very noisy!
God knows, I know that noise. It is the noise I make when my right foot drags itself along the ground when I am walking, even with trekking poles. Now I know that is a bit of an exaggeration, but I hear every dragstep. They echo in my brain and I wonder why people don't stare at me; afterall, I feel like a freak in the land where freaks and outcasts thrive. Maybe they don't hear the scraaaaapppeee, or maybe I can't match the freakiness of the guy in the Santa Clause suit or the crazy lady who shouts about relationships. Maybe I am not as loud as I think I am. Yes, maybe my scraping foot and trekking poles, although different, are not unique in the Freaks Catalogue. I have to accept my position as just an ordinary and somewhat paranoid freak with a hearing disorder.
I am leaving for my walk and I hope my dragging foot does not get too noisy. I wouldn't want any walls to come tumbling down.
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