There's a bunch of us who talk. Talk as in TALK, TALK, TALK and... TALK. I suppose that's fine. Then there's a bunch of us who don't talk. Don't talk as in DON'T TALK, DON'T TALK, DON'T TALK and... DON'T TALK. There's of course the bunch in the middle that does things in moderation. So no need for exaggerated sentences for them. The gang in the middle has it a little easy. They get by without getting asked why they don't talk, or as to why and how they talk SO much. Pretty convenient, eh?
I often wonder how people deal with the constant voice inside one's head. The chap/female depending on your gender, yapping ever so non-stop, till perhaps one's last breath. Well, if you're a guy and the perpetual voice inside your head is that of a female, or vice versa, it's probably safe to assume that you've got issues. That is of course unless if you're a guy, and the voice inside your head is your wife's, or your mother's. In that case, the voice is certainly not coming from inside your head, brother. You're listening to the live radio channel "Everything in the world is so wrong", 87.8 FM, whose only host is either your mom, or your wife. Or maybe they take turns. Maybe they're fighting for their turns.... ALWAYS. That's that about the inner voices.
Then there's a thing about outside voices. I'm not big on talking. Probably one of the worst conservationists. So this inner rant of mine comes out in form of writing, I suppose. I've in a way worked my way around my inability to converse, though. I put the onus of talking on the one in front. I ask the person a question about himself or herself. The first question usually never does the trick. The conversation is young, the two involved are slightly awkward. More so if the one in front is a woman. But 3-4 questions down the line, things begin to have a flow to them. It helps if you are a good listener. I wouldn't know if it does. Because people, the moment they get comfortable with genuine curiosity from the other end, or what looks like "genuine" curiosity, they are off on a story-telling binge. About themselves, of course. And that's precisely when I take off on a Gulf-stream of my own thoughts.
As strange as it sounds. We as a people love to talk about ourselves. We can go on, and on, and on about how, why where, when and what we went about doing what we did. Some of us get a little over-enthusiastic about this, and bore the living daylights out of the person/people in front. But that's at least better than boring someone with silence, all said an done. And that's the best part about talking, if you notice. It shows us what we are. And what we are is a collection of all our experiences, a collection of all the angles and perspectives that happened to come to us. And most of all, we are all about the people in our lives. Because that's what we talk about. We bitch, we praise, we curse, we laugh about all the living chaps who walk in and out of our lives. I am attempting to make it all sound very revelatory and mystical, but that's just plain facts. Goodness, do I thank the chaps in my life, despite my aversion to talking!
Another thing I love is stoner conversations. This is where things might get a little controversial.Not many people talk about stoner conversation in the public domain. It's the same like how people don't talk about their penis or vagina. As though they are too ashamed of it. Specially when there isn't much of a deal to them. The conversation is usually two/three guys, doing their thing, talking stuff, and watching a new universe unfold in front of them. The universes, rather multiverse that is surprisingly forbidden by law.
The sort of things that come out of such conversations are usually nonsensical outside the realms of that particular conversation. But BOY do they allow you to explore and experiment with one's sense of humor! Just in case you make a mess of things, say something inappropriate, reveal something really deep, dark and unspeakable, something like VOLDEMORT, you can get away with it, because everyone thinks you're out of your mind anyway. But you know you're not. You know that what you said, is probably the most unpretentious thing you have uttered in a lifetime. And for all you know, it turned out sounding funny. It gives you many if those much needed moments of clarity, these conversations.
Moral of the story? It's as Bob Dylan says.... sings actually...
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