I am a quiet person,often described as ‘shy‘ by the people who know me. Let me elaborate my quiet behavior a bit more to give you a clearer picture of what’s actually going on in my mind while you have me in your company.
I am a very good listener. I can listen to you for hours without asking a single question but if I know you well, you can still pour on me loads of details with me asking very few questions here and there. I have the talent to be able to keep a straight face and sprinkle smiles here and there to make you believe how much I am enjoying your talks,when the reality might be quiet contrary.
In fact I love the company of people who love to talk (or say who talk too much) for they help me save my energy which is the call of the day. I love soaking in entertaining details without having to think of any stories to narrate. The truth behind this behavior of mine isn’t disinterest in the person but my dislike a very strong one at that for gossiping.
Since you now have a fair bit of idea about my temperament I’ll jump on to the real topic of the day. Often people around me, including my in-laws, my husband and even my seniors at work mistake my habit of listening to it all without much hassle as my meekness.
They secretly feel they can pour any sort of garbage on my poor eardrums with me swallowing it all with a smile on my face. The day I voice my opinion or clarify that I might be dumb in literal sense I am definitely not so as far intellect goes, hell breaks lose.
There have been countless occasions when my MIL tried to purr on me like an angry tigress just to end up being scratched by this meek appearing cat.
So all you people out there who think people who talk less can be easily subdued, remember we are the smarter lot. We are saving up our thoughts and talks for the times when they really need to be voiced. Don’t try to over-ride us or trespass our lives for trespassers shall be severely prosecuted.
Song on my mind: