Tonight I've been updating my blog pages - this journal and Elle's Bells. I've added some fun widget things including a virtual pet panda! Haha. So cute. I named it Johari too - after the Johari Window. Google this if you don't know it. It's very interesting. I learned about it in both psychology and communication courses. So yeah, wasting time adding things to these pages. But I enjoy the quiet moment I have to myself. In fact, I love all quiet moments.
Unlike most of my friends, I love the silence. I study in silence. I read in silence. I create ceramics in silence. I even drive in silence most of the time. Libraries are my escape when I'm on campus. When I'm home, it's my room or outside since I live in the country. Even when I lived in the city it wasn't too bad. The sound of cars and sirens is tuned out after a while. I wake to classical music and meditate to nature sounds or piano melodies. One of my professors said the other day that the people of my generation are losing their hearing at a much younger age than previous generations. This may very well be true, but I feel I might be an exception. And I'm not always the exception. I often fit into statistics, labels, and even sterotypes: The freshman 15, college students, midwesterners, women drivers, Twilight fans, etc. We all want to be the exception to these because we're unique. And I say, yes we are unique, however people do tend to fit into some category. That's how they came to be. My best friend says all stereotypes evolved from some truth.
But this time I might be the exception. And that's pretty neat. However, sometimes if I study for too long (especially in libraries) I'll have to stop and step outside to feel alive again. Life just isn't silent. Death is silent. And it's kinda creepy, really. But there it is.
