cowlicks can save you

i often wonder why i don't talk more. there are some people that can really ramble on and on, not really saying anything of great import or interest. its possible that i just need to learn how to be like that - a human soundbox, oblivious to my surroundings, there to create noise, and just possibly, entertain.

in the past, i have been urged to talk more, that im too private and i ought to be more open. and occasionally, i feel the urge to do that, to let a friend or a random someone know a part of me or some piece of thought that i haven't shared before. once i tried several times to say my beliefs on a matter and each time was interrupted by others around me presuming to know what i was trying to say. stupidly, i thought that i would never try to speak to that person again.

its not that i feel what i have to say is more important than what others speak... im just looking for the respect i give others when i listen to them. the first thing being that i do listen, i actually think about what that person is saying, and i appreciate that they chose to share it with me. to the boy with the cowlick, thanks for really hearing me.

now, if you just want to talk about old ladies in bikinis, i can thoughtfully ignore you.

hope you had a pleasant, nap-filled Sunday.