For those who know me, I am one of those people who simply does not tolerate silence.

To me, silence is not the absence of sound: it is the compression of all that cannot be heard, yet still exists.

Being a person who enjoys knowing what others are thinking, I do not understand those who do not feel the need to speak or move, content inside their own private world, thinking secrets I will only hear if they wish to tell me.

When in company, I often fill the silences, however comfortable or uncomfortable they may seem, simply to continue a conversation filled with mindless dribble and wasteful words.

I'm slowly learning that silence is not necessarily a bad thing; in fact, its potential to reflect more than words is both ironic and true.