I used to be uncomfortable whenever there was a lull in a conversation. I used to jump in and fill it with ANYTHING rather than just let any silence be there.
I am noticing that I am a lot more comfortable with silence now.
I am learning how powerful it is.
When someone stops talking and I don’t jump right in with a response, but instead just let there be a gap of nothing for awhile, weird shit happens.
Either the other person gets really quiet and seems to listen to the startling echo of what they just said.
They rush right in and stuff the uncomfortable gap with a wad of verbal padding.
I used to be a verbal padder. Now I am becoming more of an echo appreciator.
Today I found myself telling a friend about this blog, and how I have been blogging since Ash Wednesday and have kept it going, daily, up to this point, and today is my 100th consecutive post.
As I was talking, he was eating, and seemed more absorbed in his food than my narrative. I got the feeling my story was tiresome to him, but I felt powerless to stop it now that I had started it. I needed it to end, yet I prattled on, wondering why I had even started down this path.
I wanted so desperately to stop, mid-sentence, and let the whole narrative die, but I couldn’t seem to stop myself.
When I finally finished, I wanted some silence to happen. But it didn’t.
Instead, he jumped right in, changed the subject, and flew off in another direction.
Some conversations could really benefit from air traffic control.