Silence Have Mercy on My Soul

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Well it’s been a while since I last updated, long story short I had lots to think about and get in order in my life. In that time, I’ve been more along the line of prioritizing and turning off the world and turning up the volume of my Zune.

I always knew that silence was never my friend. No big surprise. I ramble when I’m nervous, create some beat with my feet or fingers when I’m bored, and no simple task accomplished without some sort of playlist I have concocted. You think I kid. I have a chilling playlist as well as a laundry playlist that I listened to while living in the dorms last year when it came that time of the week to empty out the hamper. I had to pass time somehow and make climbing up to the fourth floor and down less miserable. What’s next on my agenda? A playlist for when I have to do chores around the house.

The big conclusion I came up with is that silence terrifies me. I see it haunting and suffocating. I have to constantly be surrounded by sound to make me feel at ease. When silence consumes my environment I feel paranoid, as if some person is watching, hearing. It’s enough to make my utter disgust triggered body seizures. You know when you have to physically shake out the bad juju within one’s body. Yes I truly feel this way.

My remedy to my less than pleasant feeling silence gives me, drown it out with my music blasting as loud as I can jam it or let some random channel be my white noise. I prefer unnecessary disturbance to utter silence.

The minor fall, the major lift.

-Nessa