I can be really loud when I want to.

But recently, I’ve noticed something.

I’m quieter.

Sometimes, when I’m with people, I feel the need to entertain them, make them laugh, have a good time.

That’s why I became a vital part of a social organization — these things, they’re just a part of me.

Talkative.

But now, I’m pretty quiet.

Even when there’s other people around.

Sure, I still talk… and talk a lot when I need to be.

That’s what I do in the job… talk all day.

But when I don’t need to,

I’m silent.

And I don’t really care if people find this weird.

My boss said something last Friday.

“When I was young,” he said, “I used to talk a lot. I’d lie down at night trying to figure out who to talk to and what I’m going to say to them,”

“But all of a sudden, when I was 25, I just became silent,” he continues. “Suddenly, I realized I said everything I already needed to say.”

And you know what?

I empathize.

I’ve already said everything I need to say.

And if you don’t listen, well then, at least I know I’ve already said something.

And if you didn’t listen closely, that’s your problem… not mine.

And when you f*ck up, I’ll still be quiet, not even saying, “I told you so,” even though you know you deserve it.

Yes, the quiet me is here.

Welcome to the world of the surreal.

Signin’ out!

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Shhhhhh…..