why is the spoken word is so important? why is it not normal to be silent?
i think of all the people who've been uncomfortable with my percieved lack of communication and i become angry, hurt. these people seem to forget the times i do talk. like a few days without a twenty minute monologue causes their memory to short out, the patience to wear instantly thin. sort of like those times you're so utterly and helplessly depressed, you forget you may have been happy as little as a few minutes ago.
why are we generally so uncomfortable with silences?
this bothers me to no end. it makes me think that the species has forgotten how to read betweeen the lines, how to interpret subtlety. how to read into a movement, a look, sound.
this would certainly account for the astounding amount of rudeness in the world today. people all making noise, lacking tact or taste. why must we make so much noise all the time?
i consider times where i can achieve a deep sense of comraderie just by laughing at the same thing, or smiling a certain way at an object shown to me. how a sigh or 'mmmmmmm' can decode a message with greater efficiency than a prepared speech.
speak when you're ready to. learn some patience. i don't believe in the expectations of noise.
read the eyes, and if you're lucky enough to know a silent one who flings the words on paper instead, you better fucking read it or you're never going to know them. interpret, stupid humans. learn to read signs. remember we're only makeshift. fragments held together as best we can. we can't change, we only grow.