What is it about silence that makes people so uncomfortable? As an introvert, I thrive on silence. Yet when I’m in a group of people or with one person and I don’t say anything (because I genuinely have nothing to say), they grow uneasy. Or when I’m reading a book rather than socializing with people, they also grow uneasy, so they interrupt my growing relationship with the good book. As an introvert, I only talk when I believe it’s necessary—that is, when I have something to say, I’ll say it. I don’t see the point of saying anything if it’s just meaningless talk. About a year ago or so I wrote my 1,167th poem inspired by Proverbs 29:9, “If a wise man has an argument with a fool, the fool only rages and laughs, and there is no quiet.” The poem is called, “Loud World,” and it reads as follows:
People speculate at my silent nature, —
an anomaly that I don’t talk much.
The world is loud enough as it is;
I shall not add to it with foolish talk.