I Met a Boy

In pre-school I was called “a social butterfly” by my teacher.When I was in kindergarten my teacher put my desk by the girls. I talked too much so she moved me with the boys. I still talked too much so she made me sit by myself. I talked to myself.
This continued throughout school and even senior year I was moved to the back of the room by myself.

Today I was called quiet. I’ve been called this a few times recently and for some reason it gets to me. I don't want to be labeled quiet. Sure, there are some labels I will take, but quiet just isn't one that I am ready to accept. Would this be the denial stage? I suppose. Quiet...Don't you just automatically think boring? I do, but maybe that is a misconception stemming from my "loud" mind.

I'm going to have to face the facts: there are just times when I am quiet. All for good reasons though. I have come to realize that people rarely care what other people have to say. (Why do I blog? We'll never know.) Now I know this isn't the case all the time, but have you ever been around someone who wouldn't stop talking about nothing and all you wanted was for them to shut up? I thought so. There can be such a huge benefit from just sitting and listening to people. I have formed so many of my own opinions from just observing and listening to two sides of an argument. I can say that it has made me stop and realize that I need to think before I speak because so often words come out and just sound so stupid.

Maybe everyone should consider just being quiet sometimes. Just stop and listen to what other people have to say. Don't jump to form a quick opinion. Be open minded. It really isn't that bad.

"Better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak out and remove all doubt."