Me gustas cuando callas…
This was originally a series of messages on Twitter. I’ve assembled them and altered them slightly to fit the format here.
Thanks to a chat with Carwai on Friday, I was finally able to identify and articulate something that I’ve been aware of for a long time.
Having never really lived alone (and rarely ever roomed alone), I have developed the ability to enter a bubble when surrounded by others. (I can’t do this intentionally, it just happens.) At the same time, I am uneasy when no one else is around and often selfishly want the quiet company of others. This is why the opening line of the fifteenth poem in Pablo Neruda’s Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair resonates so well with me (although I take it a bit out of context).
Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente…
I like you when you are quiet [or still] because it is as if you are absent…
Often, I simultaneously need the comfort of company and the quiet of solitude. I apologize to anyone who has had difficulty communicating with me in such situations. I am even more sorry for snapping at people when they unintentionally pull me out of my trance. Unfortunately, Lizette, Sophia, and Enzo know this scenario well.
