Day 45: The Silence
I’m going to sound like a pathetic
loser who seem to blame shit that is other than himself. Trust me, I blame
myself everyday, and tell myself I’m stupid ten times more than the amount of
pizza you’d had in the past year, and some of you probably had quite a few
pizzas. Again, I know I’m not perfect, and I also fucking know every insult you’ve
got against me, and probably used it so much against myself that I don’t care
if you actually insult me.
I don’t know about you, but silence
is the worst thing on Earth that can happen to me. Yet, I love my own silence,
I want everyone and everything to be quiet, until there’s just me, my
heartbeats, my breath and the buzzing sound in my ears. I like being alone,
surrounded by my own company, free to roam through whatever is in my mind
without having to put up a front. It’s a blessing, in my opinion, that I like
the stillness.
But it’s a curse. It’s definitely a
fucking curse, since that blessing turns me into someone who actively seek
silence. Sometimes, I wonder how I am if I can just be a little social. You
know, like smile and say hi to people, tell a joke or two, ask them how they’re
doing, high five, go to party, keep a conversation going, dab, etc… (Actually,
scratch that last one, I would never want to dab!). You know, things that a
normal human supposed to do, yet I can’t. I don’t even want to. I don’t want to
have a squad. I don’t want to go out and party every weekend or so. I don’t
want to talk to people in my classes. I literally see and interact with three
other human beings a day, probably on one of the good day. I don’t even talk
much anymore.
I have enjoyed silence so much that
I’ve lost my voice.
And others’ too.
I’m scared, sometimes, when I think
about my life if I don’t talk about things, not because I can’t, but I don’t
want to. That the only sound I will hear would be me, my heartbeats, my breath
and the buzzing sound in my ears.
And then sometimes I still think
that’s still too loud…
Denny,
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