Where do you get off telling me to be quiet; well actually I wish someone had told me to stop talking two sentences ago… In the reality of it all what do I get from speaking my own nonsense and handing out anecdotes collected from my life when really I don’t care to hear them for the 100th time myself. Silence is a feast I crave and if I could have double helpings I would…I just need to remember that at times. Have you ever come to a moment mid-sentance where you realize “why am I even talking” or on the real level of “shut the f**k up self”. Do I have important or interesting tales to share, sure, but is it necessary to hear my own voice often, NO! I’ll often get the stare down in social settings or the “are you ok” because I am merely reveling in my own silence which has now been interrupted by most definitely someone of whom is of no caliber of person I am interested in divulging pleasantries with. Everybody is someone of something somewhere, and frankly I’d rather stick with the somebody I am and keep the focus of not just passing the time and wasting a moment on small talk. When the time is necessary to speak the words will come and I hope you will listen, but until then don’t entertain me…I’d rather be enthralled with a touch of wisdom or a deep lung inducing laugh of a wisecrack. If you’re real quiet for a while you’ll come to find listening to be more valuable than making your own noise. -SM
