I have come to accept the fact that I am my father's daughter, a girl of few words. I refuse to go back to the place where I tried to be something other than me. It no longer troubles me that I don't join each and every conversation I hear or that I don't say more during my encounters. I'm content with my quietness and hope that some day others will be, too.
I've never understood why people have such a difficult time accepting silence. I've never understood why quietude is viewed as a shortcoming rather than another trait like eye or hair color. I've never understood why those who speak little must defend their lack of involvement. Perhaps I will never understand these things as others will never understand me. All I know is that I talk enough for me and that's what matters.
"Silence is also speech."
~Proverb~
~Proverb~
5 comments:
ohmygosh!! You have completely described me to a tee right down to being my father's daughter.
My father and I also have a hard time telling people how we feel.
wow! crazyness
:)
at least you dont have to eat your words. it took me a long time to overcome the urge to open my mouth wherever and whenever. i have come to greatly respect poeple who only speak when it is necessary.
Great post! Yes, growing up we were both very quiet, and even though we have drifted, I see that you are still a quiet person. NOTHING is wrong with that. That is just part of who you are.
However, I have become quite loud and obnoxious with my laughter at times. crazy how that happened.
Good for you. I'm married to a quiet person, and I love him for it. Just think if everyone in the world blabbed as much as some of us... still waters run deep. :)
I think being a quiet person is quite a gift! Some of us talk WAY too much!
Great post!
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