i believe there is a quota, a certain number of words the human body likes to say in a day.
and when you've said that many words, you just don't want to talk anymore.
just sit in silence.
quiet.
why can't people understand that?
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2 comments:
I totally understand that!
Although my quota gets renewed about every hour, so I talk insanely for about 30 minutes then I sort of feel like sitting quiet...and then it starts all over again. Car rides can be a good time to sit quietly.
I totally agree.
Car rides are brilliant for silence... unless you are stuck with someone who finds silences akward, then it all goes downhill from there...
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