March 23rd, 2012

I talk to myself

Talk is Overrated

At a certain point in life, I've realized that you have to accept things about yourself that you really don't like.

And I'm not talking about my thighs, here, folks. Although, to look at me, you'd certainly think I've given up on that front. No, I'm ever hopeful, there.

I'm speaking here of my general, misanthropic air. The older I get, the less and less I desire to speak to the people. (Not persons, mind you, but The People. Persons are great, and I love persons. I'll talk to a person all day long.) I came to this realization the other night in the car, when my husband asked me if I wanted to talk about something.

My answer was, "No, I really don't. If I never had to have another conversation again, I'd be alright with that."

Nolan looked at me speculatively and replied, "You know, that's true. If you never had to speak, you wouldn't. You'd be completely okay with that."

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Yeah. So, written versus spoken word. Your thoughts? Please weigh in. Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me to seek therapy. Tell me I'm not alone.

On this one thing, I'll allow an opinion. :)