is total silence the best policy?

My friend Will suggested that silent people are afraid that if they speak, they'll be given a place in the social hierarchy. And they're afraid that the place will be near the bottom. So they gain more by remaining silent. But what I don't get is, why is silence so alluring? Why do people give so much credit to the silent types? I mean, they could be idiots. I've done this myself - projected interesting personalities onto silent people and gotten to know them and had to face the fact that they weren't like what I thought. Only, it is so hard to give up on the impression I first made up of them, that it actually lingers and I can never quite believe they're not like what I invented.

thinking I was a kind of genius artist type but you are

people who can be silent, hold back, intrigue me. personally i feel compelled to fill up silence to the extent that i will volunteer information about myself that no-one needs to know, because i can't bear those conversational lulls. people mistake me for an attention seeker, its not that at all, i just don't like silence much.

there are lots of reasons for being silent. maybe silent people are worried that if they speak, people will find out how boring they really are, as opposed to the mysterious persona they have created for themselves, or wanting to appear that they don't feel socially compelled. or maybe the person really isn't socially compelled. or perhaps the person just figures they are so insignififcant that their opinions don't matter. it depends.

Nize! I am satisfied in fact knowledge that you listened to our CD I often listen to same he. JJ and I had many of diversion doing of them, but the version that I have omits our spoken pieces. She was ridiculous, because when made the demonstrations of radio, he was not nervous on speaking in the air, but somehow speaking in the computer of JJ's did me the really clumsy sensation. I must confess, JJ with himself all the credit for the cover. She did the she herself, but thanks for the praise! Deciced to remain late by this and revel in my power. I have been lights of the commutation by intervals much and running water whereas it laughs nervously and it jumps around. I am embarassed to admit that I am rereading the scholarship of the ring after seeing the film, so I think that I will read a bit more and than I will give return inside. I really made a cover of paper for her who says that " this is not a book, " so that nobody wants no what I am reading. Before, I read a book called to me is Spock, a book of Leonard Nimoy who was given to me like joke. Sadly, I absolutely enjoyed him, but I made a similar cover that said the " BOOK simply " Now also I am reading the autobiography of George Takei, to stars, Complains, by Jean Genet, and the displeased mill, a book of the children in the series of Lemony Snicket of unfortunate events. I have a habit to read several books immediately. I do not know porqué I am disclosing all the this, but you go there. It is not wonderful Literature? Slightly I am horrified, because in the work, to the MINUS cultivated people I surround to me imaginable. It really obtains of frustration, because she treats to me as I am of Mars. Chief of a main directorate recently asked to me what had in my purse. I said, " Oh, books, on everything " and he looked like to think that it was the amused thing more of the world. Also, a fellow worker requested that he made a sample " artistic " so that he fixes to the plank of announcements. One one that I produced I used the phrase " Quoth Gary, " its name, and he and two another people asked to me what meant. This alarmed to me. I it said, you you have read diecinueveavo Literature of the century? Obvious, they did not have. So a pair of days you advanced, said more to Gary, " I have read surely the Raven, by Edgar Allen Poe! " He said that he did not have, and when I said to him, " Quoth raven '?!!'" of Nevermore he watched blankly to me. I am grieved to appear snobbish, but unfathomable encounter that such people exist! This individual is in his 30s early! How Edgar could Allen Poe have saved his attention! Desire to shout! Clearly, I must be placed in a more advisable atmosphere. The pardon I for burdoning him with my hardships, but I it needed to express. He is pleasant people, but "!!!!!!!!!!!!!" of AAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHH I know that I am not crazy. The rest of you you exist.

Was that translated from French? Where was it from?

shut up

Your government would definitely think so.

allow almonds

Allowed.

The Alan Bennett way of doing it is good - gives the impression of openness and affability but on closer examination realise that he has given away nothing crucial or essential about himself at all and thus remains an even greater enigma.

Within my circle of close friends there are two 'silent' people. Although two of differing ilk. Me. I go through batches of silence for mostly one of two reasons which are sometimes connected. 1) I am extremely variable in mood; the slightest twinge left or right can send me hurtling off in a bad mood which results in my silence. This is not sending people to Coventry.

This is a direct corollary of the fact that inside my stomach the driver of a combine harvester has over-dosed on Quaaludes and his vehicle is churning, and churning. Apparently ‘depressed’ people often complain of stomach cramps (as far as I know, Kurt Cobain, etc) and this seems to be some milder form of that. There is a physiological reason; there just must be.

Why does this make me silent? You know when you’re a kid and you want corn-flakes but you don’t want to say and you harumph and scowl and, and… Well, this appears to be an extension of this phenomenon. An inability to articulate brought about by an irrational and desperate requirement that the people around you should know what you want (and are thinking etc). This normally manifests itself around my girlfriend and often makes her and I terribly upsad. The surrounding peoples’ inability to meet my requirement only acts to compound the anguish and we have a horrible circle resulting in lots of pent up anger and frustration on my part and often tears. This is an over-simplification and only the way I see it. It may not read well, I may have left things out.

Another reason for my not talking is that I believe that when I talk my lips are faster than my brain and this results in me coming across as a twanger. Thus I refrain from talking as I am unable to formulate thoughts in such a restricting atmosphere. It feels the same on message boards (such as this) but the anonymity provided by the internet makes it easier to ‘speak’. I know I’m forgetting stuff, but I’ll wait and see what everyone else says then get back on it.

First Josh and Jess steal my year, now Jel has stolen my joke.

*Slams door*.

do any kids ever want corn flakes? corn flakes are what you settle for when you want count chocula.

i was a big fan of corn flakes around the age of nine.

of course, i always doused them with honey before chomping.