The Awkwardness of Silence

"Silence is a true friend who never betrays"- Confucius

Silence can be weird. Occasionally it can be terrifying. I personally find silence pleasant, it gives the mind time to be heard over the roar of everyday chitter chatter. I don't find that people speak too much really, I will be the first to admit I occasionally start arguments for no other reason than to hear my own voice, tone, and fluidity. I also listen a lot, though, when I get bored of myself and think that people could learn to do that a little more instead of rambling on when they themselves are sick of it. I don't think society yearns for peace and quiet, just something a little less overwhelming, but that isn't a true silence if it doesn't make your ears roar with the sound of your own blood rushing through you. I have climbed several mountains and hills in my lifetime(Including Mt. Vesuvius of Italy and the lesser known Bell Rock of Sedona, AZ), and I like to be alone or at least silent at the top. There is something powerful there that words would ruin and the same can be said for situations not on mountains. There are a few people I can be silent with, probably because they know me well enough not to try and make me talk when I'm not in the mood too(or because they know I talk too much anyway?), but that eventually turns into a conversation. I guess I could call that a comfort thing. A silence near new people can be awkward or scary, maybe stemming from the same reasons people fear death. It's dark and looming and people want to chase it away. Still, I think silence is necessary for deep thinking, which is why I shall do my readers the service of NOT putting up music that will distract them or annoy them because it's not to their taste. That's another thing, silence is universal and no matter what language you speak, not speaking can be understood. So I'm going to side with Confucius on this one. Stay warm, stay cozy, and, if it suits your fancy, stay quiet!

Me on Blogging

I have not had a blog before nor am I particularly thrilled to have one now. I find blogging to be, for the most part, the epitome of narcissism. People posting their favorite Starbuck's drink, why they hate their boss, what happened to their favorite actor, and otherwise sharing things with the world that no one really cares about. I do not mean to say that blogging can't be a good insight to someone's personal life, but there is a line there. Blogging can also become something very cold and technical, more like a news reel of uselessness than something put up by living people. Again, the line. But if a blog is a nice mix of personality and of substance, then I find they can be enjoyable to read. There are my thoughts about the business, hopefully I don't bore other people half to death. That's why this is the tea party(the other reason is I really like tea...), a page out of Lewis Caroll's Alice's Adventures in Wonderland where nothing has to make sense and observations put forth often challenge common sense. Enjoy your stay!

P.S. I get a caramel macchiato usually, but am fond of the Godiva hot cocoa as well.