QUIET

Quiet is an elusive thing. In my world, I seldom find real silence. Thinking is so much less inhibited in silence. I wish I could stand the silence but I can't. Maybe I crave noise to avoid thinking. I don't know.

I think that its more than just noise. I prefer talk to music. Music is made to enjoy, talk is made to inform. I have a thirst to learn. I can go with music if necessary but I much prefer talk.

I catch myself turning on a radio or television or CD player without thinking. Silence is like a malady to me that has to be cured. I can't imagine being alone in my house without noise coming from one of the many appliances we have. I have a radio on the table behind my desk at work. If things are really slow during the day, I catch myself unconsciously turning it on. Its tuned to talk radio and its really hard to get any work done when its on.

I have a penchant for leaving a radio on while I fall asleep. I suppose, concentrating on a talk show helps me avoid independent thinking. When I wake or move into semi-sleep, I can tell what time it is by what is on the radio. There is never a moment without a man-made noise.

I may have mentioned that when I looked for something to deprive myself of during lent, I chose the car radio. I am like an addict. Noise is my drug. It drives me crazy to drive without the radio blaring.

Personally, I think I talk way too much. I'm always trying to show that I know everything. I wish I could talk less and I wish I could listen to talk less, too.
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