Monday, August 25, 2008
This probably comes as a surprise to no one but me, but I had no idea I talked so much. I mean, despite my gift for gab, I spend a lot of quiet time alone facing the blinking cursor. So I thought I was going to enjoy the peace of taking a Vow of Silence.
I lasted nine hours.
You see, I confused solitude with silence. Apparently, one of the reasons that I can spend long periods of time alone is that I talk to myself. I scold ("Oh, Marco..."). I ask myself questions ("Now why did I come in here again?"). I ask the dog questions. ("Do you want a cookie?") I read everything I write out loud, including e-mail. I practice what I will say to people. I sing. A lot. I also discovered that I am incapable of calculating calories in my head.
Frankly, I found the whole experience frustrating and repressive. Hitting the mute button only increased the the volume in my head, stifling all those thoughts which normally flow freely.
"Be sure to let your readers know how much I enjoyed it," Floyd said.
I responded with a Bronx Cheer.
Posted by Marc Acito at 9:30 PM