People (most of them women and wanting attention) often ask me why I don't
like to tell them about my day.
When I come home after a day of work, this is what I do: take my pants off,
cook dinner, eat while watching a funny show/monster movie/"Farscape"
rerun, play videogames, go to sleep. Nowhere
in that list is the word: talk.
In these times it’s not like I’m upset or angry or frustrated with anything—I
am just plain tired and I don’t care to talk about anything. There is nothing wrong with me—I’m just
spent. If I respond with one-word
answers without asking any questions about how your super-duper big
presentation went, it’s not that I don’t care about it—it’s just that I
literally have no words left in me to spend.
My theory is that everyone has a certain number of words (and this statistic
is unique to them) that they can say each day before they have to expend
willpower to actually talk. This isn’t
any crystal-healing-chi-yoga-nonsense either, I’m positive of the science. Have you ever realized how tired you are
after a day you spend catching-up with friends?
It’s absolutely exhausting to be so happy. In general, being energetic and talkative for
a significant amount of time expends a tremendous amount of energy!
So—if you had a great day and you just can’t wait to tell me all about it—please,
go ahead and tell me all about your awesome adventures. Just because I respond with a smile and a
grunt of approval doesn’t mean that you’re not interesting. And besides, sometimes that grunt of approval
means just as much to me—the one giving it out—as the biggest hug you could
get.
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