Yesterday I was home with Mr. H for the whole day and talked to him for about a total of 20 minutes. When we were playing game two of Scrabble I realized I had said about 5 sentences since we started and mentioned to him that I was in one of my not talking moods.
See because that is the thing I am not a huge talker, sure if we have a Skype chat planned I will talk but if you just show up at my house unannounced you might be met with long stretches of silence. I am very comfortable in silence.
I am sure some of it has to do with being an only child till the age of 14 and was always content to play alone. Or maybe it is just the way I am, I have tons of thoughts and ideas but for the most part I am fine with keeping them to myself. Sometimes when I know that Mr. H and I are going out for lunch or drinks I will store up thoughts so I will for sure have something to talk about and not be the boringest person. After 5 years Mr. H obviously knows that I am not doing it on purpose to be mean to him or anything but I just feel so silly sometimes when we are out and everyone around us must be thinking we are the worst couple because we have not talked for like 10 minutes!
This is me and my grandmother, I am sure some of my reticence comes from her as if you are on a phone call with her sometimes you have to make sure she is there and the line is not dead because she is not a waster of words. I think it even shows in this picture but perhaps that is just because I know her.
I looked it up online to see the average number of words a person speaks in a day and while the data was a bit muddled it seems that a researcher said a woman usually speaks 20,000 words a day and a man 7,000. When I told that to Mr. H he agreed if that is true it is flipped in our house because I am just so quiet.
As I went to bed last night thinking of all this it made me realize why I am such an inconsistent blogger and why I do so good in my current life. On the days it is hard for me to blog it would probably also be hard to have a long conversation with me. It is not writers block that I am struggle from I think it is just my nature to be quiet. This predisposition is wonderful for my current place in life as a housewife. On any given day/week/month I usually only have real in life conversations with Mr. H and it is totally ok with me. When we were living in California and I worked full time and was seeing friends and family non stop I was mentally and emotionally exhausted. Now I can focus the limited energy and desire I have naturally have for communicating with others is put to good use and I get less frustrated with Mr. H.
Are you naturally loquacious or like me few with words?