My paternal grandfather had a saying: 'You are born with a certain amount of words. Once you use them up, you die'.
Not a very cheerful thought.
But it might explain why most members of my family don't waste words. We tend to speak when we have something worth saying (or that we think is worth saying - there is a difference!), and we fill the silences with laughter. I love that my family laughs a lot.
I like silence. I don't feel uncomfortable with gaps in conversation.
If by chance my grandfather was correct and we only have a certain number of words, I think I'm safe with my speech. But I can only hope that written words don't count. Because then I'm really in trouble.
Megan
4 comments:
Hehe, I haven't heard that one!
Uh oh, I think I'm in trouble!! ;)
Theoretically he's right I suppose, in that we do have a finite number of things we'll say in our lives.
I'm all depressed now.
Oh dear, at the rate I use words, life could be short! Then again, perhaps I have been allotted many, many words. Here's hoping! Ok, I'll shut up now.... Saving my words!
Funny !! I am in trouble on both counts then ...
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