Monday, September 22, 2008
Silence.
There are times in my life that I am just quiet. It doesn't hide any subconscious feelings about anything. It just means I'm being silent. There is a comfort I find in taking this right of not speaking, as it throws everyone in my life off their game. Not many people know what to do with me. As I was told this weekend, it's as if I'm a snake observing it's prey, my words hanging back until the perfect opportunity to lash out and destroy something. I don't think I want to destroy anything, it's just that I kind of revel in the fact that no one can really get a read on me right now. Not even myself. I just enjoy the silence that makes everyone uncomfortable.
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my mother said something similar to me. "you know those drunks who beat their wives, alexandra? that's what you are. only you beat them with your words" yeah she's a very pleasent woman.
to spread some cheer, you're blogger name reminds me of this time i was on an airplane. i was flying alone but the guy in the middle of the row asked me if the nan in the aisle seat and i were together. "it's not that serious." i told him. :)
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