I like to talk. Even in my introverted desire to be alone, I like to talk. I especially enjoy a healthy round of verbal tenis where you don't necessarily agree with your opponent's strategy or ability but you enjoy the topic and you're both emotionally strong enough to slug it out. Back and forth. Back and forth. Ah. It's great. And then I need some quality down time to recoup from the emotional expense. I close my office doors and sit in silence. It's great.
But it's not great when I'm placed in silence. I prefer the freedom to chose time and space. Today does not afford me that freedom. I'm required to stop talking, stop attempting to process my frustrations away, stop typing all of this out.
Because some things are only resolved in the forced silence.
...these are uncharted waters.
