'I am in silence'. Have you ever tried this thing? For a certain amount of time, you deprive yourself of a verbal communication. Not a peep outta your pie hole, mate! The way we are conditioned, with all the constant social interaction and need to be heard or involved in a conversation of some form, this is an alien concept. Though, throughout our lives some people have very righteously at some point asked us to shut up. It's very Eat, Pray, Love (Eck! But a part of me is a sucker for that kinda stuff). Also, my shrink thinks I can do better with this rather constructive challenge. (Yes, I have a shrink. I am Charlie Harper, baby! Minus the addictions, though. But plus the issues and insanity plea.)
I have taken a fortnight long vow of silence and have gone through with 2 days of it. Feeling good, so far. My spirits are drunk high on the excitement of the challenge. And the hilarity ensuing as a result. I'm being mocked & teased, and there are those that are trying to get me to forfeit or to fail. But the most amusing of the lot are those that are outraged by my decision. Look at the following shining example of utter absurdity (is that even a word?).
On Whatsapp...
Friend: I'll call you in 5.
Me: Don't.
It is of no point.
I can't speak.
Friend: Why not?
Me: I'm in silence.
Friend You won't make it.
Me: That's cool.
10 minutes later, my phone rings. I answer.
Me: Hmm hmmm! (Hey-looooo!)
Friend: Haha! Unbelievable!
Carry on with the hmming for another minute and a half.
Friend: Okay. You can't do this to me. I called up because I wanted to speak with you.
Me: Hmm hmm. (I know!)
Friend: Seriously? If you keep this up, I am never speaking with you ever again.
Me: Hmm mm? (Oh-kay?)
Friend: So, you're gonna stay this way, huh? Well, if you can be stubborn, then so can I.
Me: -silent- (Facepalm!)
Friend: I'm gonna cut the call now. Have fun.
Me: Hmm. (Night!)
Cut the call.
I was left absolutely puzzled. I wondered all night about how selfish people have been about how I live my life, all my life. All the 'talk to me, damn it', the 'why are you doing this to me' & the '10 minutes, just me, please' has got me wondering if people ever cared about any of my actions for my sake or was I constantly satisfying some hidden agenda of theirs every single time.
Hello, world? Uh... hi! Here's the thing... you see, the next time I tell you that I am doing something for myself, try not to demotivate my spirit or derail my will, because honestly, we could do with lesser negativity. MUCH LESSER. I'd like none, but let's settle with lesser for now. Just like you keep telling me that I need to stop with all things that are me, please remember, not everything is about you. Stop making everything about you. My life sure as funk isn't about YOU!
I like the people laughing at me or making this task tougher to accomplish. Thank you! You are entertained, you entertain me, you make me more determined at wanting to get this done and your enthusiasm about my idiosyncrasies is endearing as hell. The others... well, just keep your snotty nose out of my blissful choo-choo train. Stay on the dingy platforms. I do not want your mucky booger all over my bright sunny ways, nor do I wanna keep shoving my pretty little umbrella in your icky face.
I hear our Chief Kitchen Stewarding in-charge blasting away (his capillaries, maybe some major blood vessels, definitely his gall bladder) at one of the lady stewards and the librarian pleads to me, "Why don't you give him that badge? Or make him another!" And I can't help but giggle at the mirth his petty reason for stressing out is causing. Ah! Humanity! Petty, frivolous, and rib splitting, funny bone cracking hilarious.
I'm sitting here, in my happy silent zone, listening to the humdrum and din and whines and screams of all the youth around me. In a LIBRARY! For Socrates's sake! I mean, come on! You could shut up in here, at least, I think? But they've all got the bug... The YYF (yappity-yap-flu), strain nonsensical (I love this word). I have been suspended from classes, both practical and theory, and my punishment is the opportunity to learn as much as I can or wish to. I am so regretful! (Note sarcasm.)
Wish I had that bottle of Anejo and a salt rimmed shooter to go with this lime I just scored.
-GaurikaVA =)
I have taken a fortnight long vow of silence and have gone through with 2 days of it. Feeling good, so far. My spirits are drunk high on the excitement of the challenge. And the hilarity ensuing as a result. I'm being mocked & teased, and there are those that are trying to get me to forfeit or to fail. But the most amusing of the lot are those that are outraged by my decision. Look at the following shining example of utter absurdity (is that even a word?).
On Whatsapp...
Friend: I'll call you in 5.
Me: Don't.
It is of no point.
I can't speak.
Friend: Why not?
Me: I'm in silence.
Friend You won't make it.
Me: That's cool.
10 minutes later, my phone rings. I answer.
Me: Hmm hmmm! (Hey-looooo!)
Friend: Haha! Unbelievable!
Carry on with the hmming for another minute and a half.
Friend: Okay. You can't do this to me. I called up because I wanted to speak with you.
Me: Hmm hmm. (I know!)
Friend: Seriously? If you keep this up, I am never speaking with you ever again.
Me: Hmm mm? (Oh-kay?)
Friend: So, you're gonna stay this way, huh? Well, if you can be stubborn, then so can I.
Me: -silent- (Facepalm!)
Friend: I'm gonna cut the call now. Have fun.
Me: Hmm. (Night!)
Cut the call.
I was left absolutely puzzled. I wondered all night about how selfish people have been about how I live my life, all my life. All the 'talk to me, damn it', the 'why are you doing this to me' & the '10 minutes, just me, please' has got me wondering if people ever cared about any of my actions for my sake or was I constantly satisfying some hidden agenda of theirs every single time.
Hello, world? Uh... hi! Here's the thing... you see, the next time I tell you that I am doing something for myself, try not to demotivate my spirit or derail my will, because honestly, we could do with lesser negativity. MUCH LESSER. I'd like none, but let's settle with lesser for now. Just like you keep telling me that I need to stop with all things that are me, please remember, not everything is about you. Stop making everything about you. My life sure as funk isn't about YOU!
I like the people laughing at me or making this task tougher to accomplish. Thank you! You are entertained, you entertain me, you make me more determined at wanting to get this done and your enthusiasm about my idiosyncrasies is endearing as hell. The others... well, just keep your snotty nose out of my blissful choo-choo train. Stay on the dingy platforms. I do not want your mucky booger all over my bright sunny ways, nor do I wanna keep shoving my pretty little umbrella in your icky face.
I hear our Chief Kitchen Stewarding in-charge blasting away (his capillaries, maybe some major blood vessels, definitely his gall bladder) at one of the lady stewards and the librarian pleads to me, "Why don't you give him that badge? Or make him another!" And I can't help but giggle at the mirth his petty reason for stressing out is causing. Ah! Humanity! Petty, frivolous, and rib splitting, funny bone cracking hilarious.
I'm sitting here, in my happy silent zone, listening to the humdrum and din and whines and screams of all the youth around me. In a LIBRARY! For Socrates's sake! I mean, come on! You could shut up in here, at least, I think? But they've all got the bug... The YYF (yappity-yap-flu), strain nonsensical (I love this word). I have been suspended from classes, both practical and theory, and my punishment is the opportunity to learn as much as I can or wish to. I am so regretful! (Note sarcasm.)
Wish I had that bottle of Anejo and a salt rimmed shooter to go with this lime I just scored.
-GaurikaVA =)
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