*crickets*
It sure is quiet around here.
Being silent has been an interesting experience. I have slipped up a couple of times, but I am very proud of how well I am doing. It is frustrating to have to write or type when I want to tell Grant something; last night was particularly maddening, because communicating at one point was time sensitive, and I didn't manage to meet the deadline. I got very upset and made some growling noises that were just as bad (if not worse) than actual talking.
Watching television is hard. I never realized how often Grant and I freeze the program to discuss our various theories about 24, Lost and CSI. And reality TV loses a lot of its allure when you can't bitch at the television screen. Finally, it's really hard not talking to the animals. I am in the habit of carrying on one-sided conversations with them all day long. The biggest slipup I made was when I starting talking to the cat and the dog as I bussed my dinner dish. Grant suddenly exclaimed "You're talking!" and I gasped and shut up right away. Oops.
I dreamt last night that I kept accidentally talking and then immediately stopping. I guess I have sunk the concept of silence deep into my psyche. Here's hoping I can achieve perfect silence today.
Being silent has been an interesting experience. I have slipped up a couple of times, but I am very proud of how well I am doing. It is frustrating to have to write or type when I want to tell Grant something; last night was particularly maddening, because communicating at one point was time sensitive, and I didn't manage to meet the deadline. I got very upset and made some growling noises that were just as bad (if not worse) than actual talking.
Watching television is hard. I never realized how often Grant and I freeze the program to discuss our various theories about 24, Lost and CSI. And reality TV loses a lot of its allure when you can't bitch at the television screen. Finally, it's really hard not talking to the animals. I am in the habit of carrying on one-sided conversations with them all day long. The biggest slipup I made was when I starting talking to the cat and the dog as I bussed my dinner dish. Grant suddenly exclaimed "You're talking!" and I gasped and shut up right away. Oops.
I dreamt last night that I kept accidentally talking and then immediately stopping. I guess I have sunk the concept of silence deep into my psyche. Here's hoping I can achieve perfect silence today.
posted by allison | 11:49 AM
2 Comments:
Hah! Yeah, I think that Heath probably wishes I had to be silent in front of the TV instead of snarking at how stupid the plotholes are. Or is it worse when I get too emotionally involved and squeak or cry or gasp or laugh too long? I'll have to ask him.
OHMYGOD! I can't imagine watching a TV show with someone else there and not snipping away!
Wow.
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