Much to the collective relief of the population, the Universe had finally given me a whoop-ass by holding my voice hostage. For once, Calvin Magnus was put on silent mode, forced to vibrate violently each time I wanted to get my ideas across. I gotta say (and I believe some dare-I-say-unfriendly people would see eye-to-eye with me on this) it's kinda nice to shut up, or perhaps more specifically, to have a reason to shut up. (Does the previous sentence have a cynical overtone?) Yeah, it was cool to kinda just zip it: not talking to people unnecessarily, not having to reply people when my arsenal of witty comeback was exhausted, not having to entertain people when I didn't feel like it. It's like you could exist, yet observe, yet live, yet be in people's company, without having to labour and contribute to the social obligation of maintaining insipid conversations. Ok, this may come across more sardonic than intended, but what I am getting at is that it was nice to finally be on the receiving end, and to have an excuse (a tangible and physiological one at that) to be so. It was nice to see the world function independently, yet without having to remove oneself from the picture.
Another revelation, that was kinda fun, at least for me, was that: when you talk less, you listen more. Big surprise, huh? It's like when you talk, you see people's reaction in response to you comment (assuming that your comment is controversial/sarcastic/interesting/emotional/blahblahblah enough), and you do not really see the true person immanent in that respondent (respondee?). But in the absence of this prompt or external stimulus titillating such cerebrally-tainted spinal reflexes, people would have to dig deep into the sediments of their dormant personality and come up with things that are somewhat a true reflection of who they really are. Be it boring or interesting, it's highly intriguing to observe how some people haplessly struggle, how some blossom (unexpectedly on previously and seemingly barren personalities) and how some remain indifferent or ignorant. It's funny to see what they say and how they say it.
All the same, it's a bitch waking up in the morning with a knot in my throat. I also discovered that I've been surviving on fried food this whole time. (How can you not?) Anyway, this is another topic worth another blog post altogether. I need to rest more (so I've been told by self and others for the umpteenth time). My body is really crumbling to smithereens, and to fall ill now is a no-no. Shucks, I don't even have the brain power to type anymore. Anyhoo, sorry for an abrupt ending.
Ciao!
