i simply interpret

I have begun this blog as an avenue to distraction while on my interpreting job. All this effort from my brain seems to awaken in me the desire to write, as well as a voracious appetite I did not even know I had. I am on an interpreting marathon: 7 and a half hours yesterday, 10 hours today. I have eaten about 10 expresso beans and half a bag of M&M's in the past 5 hours.

my name is 5722.

i have been here way too long.

consider these to be confessions from an interpreter.

sometimes i wonder how it is that i ended up saying words that do not belong to me for 7 hours on a friday. the words belong to the one who listens and the one who utters. i am somewhere in between...i treat words as if they were mine, but then they slip away. i hold them for a second and they quickly slide from my grip. i am a word usurper. i steal the word. it is yours but it is mine and so i take it and morph it into beauty, into meaning, it's the same but it is different; and then, as vapor it is gone. i cannot hold on to it. it is gone. after i have procesed, digested, deeply felt, and even reacted to the word in its full meaning, it is gone. i cry, laugh, cuss, scream, whisper, politely request information, i even order pizza. yet i remain the invisible voice who is quickly forgotten but does not quickly forget. i am the one who wishes to be a character in the story but is forced to remain a spectator. i simply interpret.