silences that are full of words

whether it’s an old friend, or a new one…you connect with who you connect…you come to realize that you and that individual can talk about anything…..when it hits you that you can literally be that comfortable with some one…it’s really, quite a feeling….

my test is the silence…..if the silence is uncomfortable … then maybe, you’re not as ‘tight’ as you think you are…and this is not a silence that comes after , for instance, when you say something bad to the person or vice versa…that simply can’t be comfy, i think…but this is the silence that may come after the end of a long conversation…you and the other person are probably processing their thoughts, or just resting their minds, or vocal chords and just enjoying some peace…together….

in Tuesdays with Morrie….Morrie (an old guy who’s dying) tells Mitch (an ex-student who decides to visit his favourite lecturer every Tuesday) that best friends don’t really need to say much…or anything at all….in your old age, you could simply be holding each others’ hands and all the love would pass between you two through that grip…not his exact words…but he said something like that…i think it’s true…. i mean, i do refuse to call people my best friends….i think the word ‘best’ implies some expectations that i shouldn’t expect anyone to live up to….so i prefer saying ‘good friends’… i don’t know, it just seems more right in my head…but i didn’t think Morrie was right till i experienced it…i don’t hold hands with good friends…i wouldn’t….but when things go quite…we don’t feel weird…and i think that implies something good…something you can’t share with everyone…

funny how i came here to talk about condensed conversations…when you have so much to tell some one…but it all does’t come out when you meet and talk to them…even if the two of you have been blabbering all day long….you can’t run out of the things you want to tell eachother….and you come home thinking “crap! i forgot this…and that…”… i’m not even sure what i’m trying to say… yes, yes…let it flow…let’s do the gibberish…the macarena died a pitiful death.

anyway…peace….plan to be a slacker today…. 

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