There was a time when you saw a person walking along and talking out
loud and there was no one else walking with them and unless they were handing
out pamphlets or food samples or trying to get you into the side show, you kept
your distance because they were ‘crazy’.
Now people are just walking around carrying on a conversation with the
air until you notice they have a wire in their ear. Still keep your distance
for they are ‘crazy’ too.
No one wants to hear your conversation, whether it is on the cell or in
a restaurant or airplane or church (unless you are nosey).
Before all our technology allowed us to immediate tweet a thought or
speak to a face time screen to someone on the other side of the globe, to talk
to another person had to be face-to-face.
Sure there were written letters with romantic thoughts and family secrets
including the occasional photograph but it took days, weeks or months to get a
return response. By the time the recipient responded the writer forgot what the
letter was all about.
The telephone was a wonderful invention. Instead of sending dots and dashed,
two people could talk to each other on the other side of the valley. The
problem is the other person had to be home and pick up the receiver when it
rang.
The reason I bring this up is what do you say when it is quiet?
If you partner is out or the children have left home or you have just
come back from a wake, the house is quiet. Silent. Stand still and there is no
sound.
We have become accustomed to turning on distracting electronic devices
to fill the void of silence. Even our appliances make noise. We bring home
animals to distract us from the inevitable quiet that someday will be our last.
Living alone I can decide to make noise or sit in the quiet. Both have
their purpose. Put on an LP or CD at any time of day or night and blast the
speakers or enjoy the headphones without bothering the neighbors. Then again
turn off all the electronics and be aware fully of the no noise.
Some call it meditation. I just call it quiet time. In the summer I
enjoy rocking on the porch after all the motor machines are shut down and
everyone have vacated the outside world. Some nights it is listening to music
through headphones. Some nights it is quietly playing the guitar. Some night is
just the sound of my rocker blending with the surroundings.
If you listen there is a rustle of leaves over there, which raises the
curtain an opossum train out for a nightly walk. You can hear the conversation
of the birds saying ‘Good-night’ to each other until the morning wake-up call.
Even the tree sing with a dance in the breeze. Pay attention.
Having no one else to talk to or discuss thoughts or review a reading
can be isolation of the mind. That is why this blog is part journal and part
conversation.
When you hear something funny you should laugh out loud. I purposely had
at least one good laugh each day. Something will hit my funny bone and I let
out a good laugh. Sometimes it brings tears.
Then I say, “That was the chuckle for today.”
I say it with my outside voice even though there is no one else to hear
it.
I have been correctly trained to be ‘seen and not heard’ so I’m polite
in public not to say the things I’m thinking, but back home, alone, I can say
whatever I want.
I make certain sounds when I walk through the yard. This is just a
warning sound to those who live here that I’m joining them. Then I welcome each
and everyone as they arrive for the daily buffet. Remember this is my ‘outside
voice’.
Why do I do this?
Maybe it is just to hear my own voice? I’m sure there is a psychological
terminology for this ‘outside voice’ speaking to one’s self. There is probably
a medical diagnosis for mental illness, but I’m not bothering any body.
Just like you talk to your pet, I welcome the pups in the neighborhood
and they recognize my voice and come running. Maybe it is my attention I give
them? Maybe it’s because I bring treats?
If talking to one’s self out loud is not socially acceptable, so be it.
I also play air guitar and
sound out bass lines to whatever song is playing
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