I’m a man of few words. If you don’t know me in real life, you can tell this because my posts are never much more than 350 words. And no, that’s not because I’m not smart enough to come up with more to write about. Stop thinking that. Stop it!
It’s because there isn’t a lot to say.
Things About Life can be summed up a lot quicker than most people think.
Person: “How do you feel about the continuing war in Iraq?”
Me: “Bad idea.”
Person: “Tell me about your childhood, what was your relationship with your father like?”
Me: “I drink a lot.”
There is no need for lots of words.
Life is really not that complicated. Sometimes it sucks and sometimes it doesn’t. That’s really it folks!
Because I’m a man of few words, I cannot stand people who talk a lot.
It drives me fucking crazy – especially in the morning.
Just a couple minutes ago this guy came into the office just blabbing about complete nonsense. Well, it wasn’t really nonsense – it was just stuff that I didn’t want to hear about – which to me meant it sucked.
He started talking and all I could think was this:
Shut the fuck up! No one cares about your wild experience at Starbucks on your way here! No one!
I didn’t say that, but I did say, “Wow! Someone took some fucking energy pills this morning! Let’s take it down a notch, okay?”
It got my point across because the room got silent right after I said that.
This moment illustrates my point – there is usually no need to talk.
When you think you have something to say, think about it for twenty seconds and you’ll probably realize it’s dumb or you can say it with a lot less words.
Now let’s all play the quiet game.
First one to speak gets a fist in the eye.