This week I learned from a colleague that he’s been learning how to improve on his public speaking.
This got me thinking.
I hate impromptu speaking. I have this fear that Im going to say something that jars. Something that swims upstream in the conversation and creates that awkward vacuum then I’m left scrambling to fill it.
And because it jarred it lodges itself in my memory like something firmly wedged in my teeth and it keeps making cameo appearances in my head at the queerest times.
Of course you can’t rehearse everything you say out loud, and there’s always the chance that winging it will work out OK.
I find there’s two rules of thumb, don’t drink heavily beforehand and don’t try to be funny.
Of course the cruel irony is if I drink heavily I think I’m hilarious. I’m assured this isn’t the case.
So aside from ruling out a career in stand-up comedy, I don’t think this has held me back.
I can always practice on my children but I’m not sure there’s really much of a call for public shouting.