Uncomfortable Silence

Mia: Don't you hate that?
Vincent: What?
Mia: Uncomfortable silences.

Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit order to be comfortable?
Vincent: I don't know. That's a good question.
Mia: That's when you know you've found somebody special.

When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence.

-Pulp Fiction

Love this convo. It’s not something that Chandler alone has difficulty in dealing with - uncomfortable social circumstances and a weird company and probably uncanny situations. But then, our life is filled with these, in all aspects! Under these conditions, people behave very strangely to make themselves comfortable or at least to pass the time, waiting for the ordeal to end. I have realized that I talk a lot, try to make small conversations when I am ill at ease. Man! Tats really hard, mainly because sometimes you know that you don’t have anything common with the person sitting in front of you, staring at you, expecting you to be the initiator and to rack your brains for a suitable subject. But its harder when the person waiting for your response is a stranger, where you don’t even know whether you even have anything in common, or if there is any tabooed topic or how his/her response would be!
I actually love silence n blissful peace, but only when I m comfortable, with a soothing company with whom I don’t really have to ‘try’ to make small talk to relax. Their very presence would be enough to settle my heartbeat rate to the normal 72/min. No. I am not referring to a BF or a spouse here. It could be anyone. Mostly friends coz even my parents are kinda my best friends in a way. Ironically, I am not very fond the silence when I am alone (unless I am depressed about something and want to be alone with my own self :P), or with an awkward company. I prefer some sound, even jarring noises in those times. I hate to be the one talking and making stupid irrelevant jokes that the strangers don’t even understand (one could go crazy if their attempted PJ is a waste and no one understands or appreciates it. It’s an insult to the very joke, u see). But talking crap is better than the awkward silence any day! Hence, though I love that Pulp Fiction dialog, I feel that it IS necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable, and you DON’T need to have found somebody SPECIAL in order to shut the fuck up and comfortably enjoy the silence. You just need a FRIEND. Tats all. As the song goes…

Jaane kyun dil jaanta hai…
Tu hai to I ll be all right!
I ll be all right!
I ll be all right!

I hate my stomach

Damn my stomach for always feeling hungry! Its always the tongue being punished for no fault of its! When the stomach feels hungry, it is the tongue that has to eat off anything available, be it good or bad. The stomach doesn’t taste anything after all! The hunger at times is such a pain. I mean I know about how hunger is a way of life for may be half of Indian population, but in my case, its just a pestering MIL who keeps irritating even when I have no mood to eator rather, food to eat! But on rare occasions when I get to eat really really delicious food, when the tongue for once relishes whatever it eats, the stomach after a point gets full n ends poor tongue’s delight over delicious food! How sad is that? Whenever the stomach is ‘upset’, then too, it’s the tongue that is put under restrictions and is penalized. Let us hope that the next time when God decides to create his next species, or when evolution eats away men to leave way for a new variety, some new system would develop such that a there is no hunger. Only taste buds exist. But when someone eats and the taste buds have a nice time, the food does get digested. I mean digestive system should be optional only. Let there be an entirely different mechanism for derivation of energy (for existence purposes), in the next world at least!