Tuesday, January 14, 2014

What's Unheard Of

I Know by Blind Pilot on Grooveshark

So, I'm watching a student rummage through his backpack for an excessively long period of time for a pen.  The thing is, it's already become very obvious to me that he doesn't have one...and he knows he doesn't have one.  And yet, here I am watching him pretending like he intends to find a pen in there any second now, just so the professor doesn't get angry with him for not bringing something to write with to class.  Oh, people are silly.

In fact, there are SO many things that we do or situations we end up in, where we will do almost anything to keep something from being said.  The verbalization of a truth or an idea can sometimes terrify us.  I really don't think it is a part of our human nature to remain silent...I think our souls long to communicate with one another, to be open and honest...but culture, fear, insecurity, and expectation cause us so often to inhibit the speaking of the mind, and this causes that awkward or tight feeling in the chest when we're all wondering if someone is going to say something.

Like that moment when you're about to walk past someone, and you both turn to the same side to get around each other.  And then again.  And you both try as hard as possible not to make eye contact, and to make the motion as fluid as possible so everyone can pretend that it didn't really happen.

Or that exhilarating moment when you are found with chocolate on your face, and are asked if you ate the last bit of cake...and some daredevil inside you immediately decides that you mustn't say a word, and give a naive look, just in case they can't figure it out on their own.

Sometimes we even try to use mind powers in the midst of silence, to try to put across a point without verbalizing it, or showing any body language.  Like when you're sitting in a public setting like a class or a meeting, and someone is coming toward you, but you don't want them to sit by you.  You don't make eye contact, but you don't suddenly throw anything you own on the seats next to you or lean over and cover them or shake your head at them as they approach...in fact, you probably don't move at all.  Yet, you can probably relate when I say that you are sending out a great big subtle "DON'T SIT HERE" with your mind that surrounds the area, and pray that they will hopefully subconsciously pick up the signal and veer off in another direction.  We all know it doesn't actually work...but whenever they actually do make a course change, it only encourages us to try our mental game next time as well.

We hold our tongues in courtesy as well.  Like that moment when you're just sitting there minding your own business, and all of a sudden, the person next to you (whom you do not know well or at all) suddenly burps on accident.  It was just loud enough that it was a little startling, but not enough to have made you jump.  Now, while it might be more obvious to turn to them and say "Wow, that was ridiculous," or "Child, please...", you instead just laugh on the inside and pretend like that exceptionally unexpected and gross noise actually wasn't heard by anybody in the room.  And you know what?  While it may be awkward, the embarrassed offender appreciates your lack of acknowledgment.

I've recently found myself at a very consistent loss for words, which has sparked my interest in the subject.  You see, sometimes we are left to silence just because there is nothing to say.  I have this friend (and, as I'm about to explain, probably any time that I talk about "a friend" on my blog, it's probably this person) that I get along with very well.  We've ended up in a lot of the same classes, we work at the same place, are in the same choir, are partners in crime, and much more.  In short, I see this friend an awful lot.  I've noticed recently, as we walk to our next appointment or sit down to lunch, that sometimes hardly a word is said.  It must be very amusing to anyone watching, to see the two of us going around everywhere together without saying anything to each other.  The problem is, what am I supposed to talk about?

"How was your day?"  I know how your day was.  I was there.

"What did you have for lunch?"  Oh wait, I ate that too.

"Got any fun plans this weekend?"  You know, those plans we already have put in motion and are excited about?

"Got your eye on anyone lately?"  Umm...other than the people that I already watch you becoming good friends with and asking out on dates...

I usually can't even start babbling about something new I've been pondering lately, because I've probably already said it.  I have nothing to contribute!  So, in this situation, you start worrying:  they're going to think I'm mad at them or something, because I'm not talking.  They'll think I'm depressed.  They probably wish they could be somewhere else...actually talking to someone.  The other day, I even asked my friend about their feelings about pickles...just because I literally couldn't think of anything to talk about.  So they expressed their feelings about pickles...and then I didn't have any more follow-up questions.  Excellent.  They probably think I'm planning some big scheme to make a sculpture of Zeus out of pickles or something.

I think too often we associate silence with something negative, just because we know that if we're the guy rummaging through our backpack, it means we've messed up...or if we're the ones running into a stranger on the street, it's because things are awkward...or if we've got our hand in the cookie jar, it's because we're trying to deceive someone...or if we're the one walking into class looking for a seat, it means we're not wanted.  Because of these experiences, silence is looked upon as a sign that something is wrong.

But what about the guy who burped??  Your silence was a quiet sign of new friendship!  What about the hush that moves over a congregation as a prophet steps in?  Silence is respect.  9/11?  Silence is remembrance.  The end to tears on the face of the loved one you wrap your arms around?  Silence is relief.  It is love.  It is understanding.

So yes, as I and my friend go about silently, we are communicating something.  It is a silence that says, "I am comfortable here.  I feel accepted by you.  I trust you.  I understand.  Your company is enough.  Your presence is valuable to me.  You don't need to explain yourself.  We act as one."

Silence speaks volumes.  I hope you notice it the next time you encounter it.  Take a moment to explore the depths of the silences you come across this day, tomorrow, and the next.  You may find depths to the human soul you've not yet seen.

Monday, January 13, 2014

Between a Book and a Small Place

Carol of the Bells by Pentatonix on Grooveshark

So, even though Christmas is long gone now, there are some bits of it that tend to linger for a while.  One of those is the confounded catchy-ness of "Carol of the Bells."  It seems to play on a continuous loop in your subconscious mind for a month after the Christmas season has passed.  My friend and I were walking down the street, and we started singing it...but using the word "Snow" (it was snowing at the time) for every note.  Try it.  It's ridiculously difficult.  BUT JUST YOU WAIT.  My friend and I are going to master it.  And it will blow you away.  ...I hope.

All of my life, keeping weight on my body has always been a chore...one I don't perform as faithfully as I should just because it's so exhausting.  But on the upside, I actually take up a lot less space than it looks like I do (clothing can do wonders to give me more normal-looking proportions...).  It's always been very fun for me to experiment to see if I can find places that no one thinks I could fit into...and then fit in them.  Sometimes, this can get me into trouble.  I have been reminiscing about one such experience I had in high school as I've been going about my day:

One day, I had gotten out of my class a little early, and I needed to go do my daily halfway-through book swap at my locker.  Unfortunately, my locker was waaay out on the outskirts of the high school (which not only led to even less of a social life, but it was so out of my way to get there).  When I got to that empty hallway that no one ever roamed, I started exchanging books from my backpack to my locker and vice versa, when all of a sudden, I realized that I might be just small enough to fit in my locker.  I shoved my backpack into the top shelf, and just kind of stared for a moment, wondering if it was even worth the try.  I gave into the excitement of this new challenge, curled up into a ball, and started squeezing into the narrow metal box.  After a few minutes of wiggling and stretching in inconvenient ways, I had made it in.  Todd, the grand master of small spaces, had done it again!!  I sat there reveling in my achievement, until I heard the janitor coming down the hall.  Well, I certainly didn't want to get caught climbing into my locker, so I stayed motionless as he approached.

SLAM!!

I just kind of sat there in shock.  He hadn't seen me...but he had seen an open locker in an empty hallway, and slammed it shut.

So there I was, trapped in my own locker, with everyone else in the school either in class or on the opposite side of the building.  What was I to do??  I called out a couple times...nothing.  My phone!!  ...One problem.  I am curled up in a ball with almost no wiggle room, with my phone in my seemingly unreachable pocket.  After smashing my face up against the back of the locker, wriggling my arm between my chest and my legs for a couple minutes, and playing the "claw game" with my phone by groping for it with the very tips of my ever-stretching fingers, I got it.

Bad news.  Phone service isn't so great in a metal box.

I tried all the tricks.  After writing a text to my friend Chelsey, I held my phone upside down, I shook it really fast, I sang a straight tone at it, I held it to my head and repeated the ABCs...all the myths.  I finally shot that life-saving text through the one bar of service that I had after ten minutes of trying.  By that time, it was getting really warm in that sweatbox.  Exhausted, I actually started drifting in and out of consciousness as I waited for my rescue.  And then I heard it:

"...Todd?"

I was saved!!

"Chelsey!!  I'm here!  I'm in this locker!!!"

It took her a little longer than I would have hoped to put in my combination because she was laughing so hard, but she got me out all the same.  I was quite grateful.

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That has nothing to do with my life currently, but I just thought you'd appreciate the flashback.  :)