Saving Private Quiet

Our silence eludes us. We are so, so quiet. Hello? Is anyone there? The cave dwellers of past lives had more enthusiasm for speech. They wrote on walls (old-school taggers). They had to have communicated quite well to see themselves in the dark with the weird animals out there. Speaking has been degenerated to phone talk which is not real talking. Real talking involves verbs and stories and jokes and a casual snack or two. Conversations on the phone become deluded because common sense is left out:

Lucy: "Hello?"

Maria: "Hi, Lucy?"
Lucy: "Yeah, its me, whatchu bean [not been] up to, loca?"

Maria: "What? Oh, sorry, it's my brother he's nagging me."

Lucy: "What's that fool bothering you about now?"

Maria: "He says we just crashed into a car."

Lucy: "Oh my god, did you spill your coffee?"

The stories we tell to real talkers take a different tone and often follow linear patterns.

Jim: Sup, Joe.

Joe: Sup, Jim. Seen the game last night?

Jim: Nope.

Joe: Yeah, me neither.

We now speak so silently, to keep the dull place that was eerily quiet before even more silent. Once you've had a downwards conversation with someone, you get the feeling that speaking again would be a curse upon you like you got those evil sprinkles after you. The quiet worker of this place is no longer so shy but his words tend to not make people laugh, so he speaks less. In speaking less, people laugh at him for being shy which he's not. He's just not a big talker. Perhaps he has learned this lesson from his mom who had always taught him, "if you can't say anything nice.." you might get the girl because it isn't the quiet one that girls are listening to.

We are falling into an internet life where all speaking is done through cyber-talk or internet chat or phones with loud ring tones. "In the event of fire, please let the following tone ring: Let the Mother F*** Burn". It might eventually lead to us talking through walking robots. You and your robot will go to your friend (and his robot's) house and type what you have to say to each while the robot in his most happy voice repeats what you type to your friend.

The lingering quiet is another sign of our impending doom by sprinkles. You don't have to accept the sprinkles, though. If more than one person does something about it like talk, for example, well , you could resolve a myriad of issues. The phone issues is the most pestering because it restricts you and your friends from seeing each other. What used to be called a date can now be called a casual talk while you both go to different malls to shop. The conversation of dating is perhaps not lost but the romantic part of it is; that's why most relationships in this day are lasting less time. It's the people's inability to communicate. How hard is it to say, how was your morning? Or, top of the morning to you, I'm sorry I ran over your foot with my bike yesterday? Or will you accept my half-bitten donut as a sign of a caring and apologetic heart? The reason we no longer speak like this is because we lost our speech. All the noise is out there in space, taken away by evil-wishers that reflected their evil to us.

You can make a stand against the silence by not going quietly through that space. The sprinkles are evil but that doesn't mean you aren't good. Evil can't reach you if you defeat it. People were right to say "fight" but they were wrong if they meant "quietly". Life in a box of chocolates is like this: the more you eat, the more quiet you get. The less you take, the more you can say to the girl seating next to you.

My previous stories of love spoke of this shy quiet and its evils. The sprinkles may have gotten to me because I wasn't a goody-two-shoes well-wisher but maybe my attitude toward that specific thing was wrong. I learn and move on to tell the people about the theory of reflection and how easily it can be understood, so long as I don't do it quietly. I mean really, how hard is it to say, "Oh, by the way, back in the day when you left me for some other guy, remember? I really had meant it when I said I loved you." It's not hard at all my friends you just got to tell quiet to shut the hell up because its your turn to talk.