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Why Do I Want to Scream?

29 min · 7 de ene de 2026
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Nose Job, Episode 2: Why Do I Want to Scream? I wonder if I’ve felt so compelled to make a podcast is because I’m sick of being interrupted, misinterpreted, mansplained to, ignored; who can interrupt me here? Sure, you could pause and stop hearing my words, but it won’t erase them. When you pick this up again I’ll still be talking in sequential order, each sentence able to seamlessly follow up the previous with added flow of clarity in case the point escaped you the first time. In here, I can take as much time as I need to get my point across, to let you know exactly what I’m thinking and feeling and knowing and you can’t disagree until this episode is over. Until you’ve heard every single word. I mean, you could try to disagree sooner, but to judge a story before it’s over doesn’t prove a failure on the creator's work. That one would be yours. I love this. But why do I feel so interrupted? Why do I have this sense of needing to scream at the top of my lungs, until I’m red in the face, no, blue in the face because my scream uses up all the oxygen around me; that’s how loud it is. Why do I feel like this? I’ve noticed a trend lately of asking myself questions I already have the answers to. Somewhere along the way I was taught to not believe myself or my experiences. Somewhere along the way I learned to stop listening to myself. It’s clear to me why I want to scream. It’s very clear.

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Why Do I Want to Scream?

Nose Job, Episode 2: Why Do I Want to Scream? I wonder if I’ve felt so compelled to make a podcast is because I’m sick of being interrupted, misinterpreted, mansplained to, ignored; who can interrupt me here? Sure, you could pause and stop hearing my words, but it won’t erase them. When you pick this up again I’ll still be talking in sequential order, each sentence able to seamlessly follow up the previous with added flow of clarity in case the point escaped you the first time. In here, I can take as much time as I need to get my point across, to let you know exactly what I’m thinking and feeling and knowing and you can’t disagree until this episode is over. Until you’ve heard every single word. I mean, you could try to disagree sooner, but to judge a story before it’s over doesn’t prove a failure on the creator's work. That one would be yours. I love this. But why do I feel so interrupted? Why do I have this sense of needing to scream at the top of my lungs, until I’m red in the face, no, blue in the face because my scream uses up all the oxygen around me; that’s how loud it is. Why do I feel like this? I’ve noticed a trend lately of asking myself questions I already have the answers to. Somewhere along the way I was taught to not believe myself or my experiences. Somewhere along the way I learned to stop listening to myself. It’s clear to me why I want to scream. It’s very clear.

7 de ene de 202629 min