just smile all the time

Listening to: Wilco - How to Fight Loneliness

Currently: pensive

I've always believed that quiet people are more interesting than talkative people. Maybe it's the underdog-rooter in me that wants to believe that society's losers are the universe's big winners (no matter how arbitrary one's definition of universe may be). Maybe it's because society has proven itself, time and again, to be too ridiculous for words. Maybe it's because I'm a loser. But yes. I've always believed that it's the quiet ones you have to watch out for. They're almost always the ones who can distort your world, change it, mutate it, mold it into something bigger (but not necessarily better). Talkative people are just noisy. I've always (uncharitably) thought that all that talking must cut into their thinking-time. Empty words, screechy voices. Silence was my friend. Shared silences are precious, precious things. The kind that can just float in the air between two people. That floating, mysterious thing; that germ of whispered words and hushed sentiments. That soft, shimmering, gelatinous blob of unspoken declarations that you can't help but sink into; it's almost diabolical, really, the way it can make illusions flourish and live out golden realities.

But anyway. I was wrong. Some quiet people are stupid. They lull you into thinking that as they sit in the puddle of their silence, they're thinking all these grandiose thoughts. But they're not. Sometimes, their silence is absolute. And that's kinda hella sad.