Sometimes I just go quiet. No words flow from my lips or fingertips. Don't know why it happens, it just does.
When I'm in silent mode, I usually won't initiate a conversation. I have no trouble responding to another's overtures. I remember how to talk. I just don't particularly want to.
The Engineer gets uneasy when I'm quiet. He worries that I'm mad at him. Heck, if I was mad at him, I'd growl at him. Wonder why he hasn't figured that out after ten years of marriage.
Some of my friends worry about me. I guess I can see why. I'm usually the sort who'll talk your ear off, so it's abnormal when I'm mum.
Isn't it okay to not talk when you don't have anything to say?
I will make myself communicate with friends and family even when I'd rather not, simply because I don't want them to worry. Once the conversation starts, I'm always interested in what they have to say.
I've never learned to force myself to overcome writer's block, however. Maybe it has to do with the lack of immediate feedback. Maybe it's because anything I write seems like drivel. This soliloquy being point in case. Reading back over what I've written, it's gobbledygook. Seems to me silence would be preferable.
But I wouldn't want anyone to worry, so, hey, I'm alive and well.