Sometimes I would prefer people who are glumly uncommunicative rather than one who spills his guts at the drop of a hat. And to push me to express something presumes that I do have something submerged. Maybe there really is. But it has to remain submerged, the airing of it often violates its authenticity. Something in me is rebelling against being trespassed, or being turned too quickly, or too less of the moment.

posted by Graciana@Home at 6:59 pm