Silence is golden

 I have a neighbour, 

He's on the young side, bright-eyed and full of enthusiasm. A symptom of blue pilled sentiment that riddled my youth. How I believed such things continues to bug me, but I guess you need a little stupidity for wisdom to come forth.

The worst part is, I'm so desperate to get him to see the world through my eyes, but then I remember conversations I had with my mother, her talking and finding her worldview absurd. It only takes time before the scale falls off and the blind can see. God, I can't wait to have kids, just so I can be reminded daily of how idiotic it is to argue with a stupid person. Only that idiot is the fruit of your loins, and you have no other choice than to have that conversation. 

where do you go when no one is listening? what do you do when there's silence on the other end of the phone? you stop talking, of course, it would be crazy to keep talking after all. That's what they say about people who talk to themselves. What's the point in talking anyway? vindication? the cost is you waste your breath, even that takes energy. 

But drop the phone, and you have peace, all the guilt and shame goes with it, and you sit back and watch the world burn. You get the vindication, it just takes a little longer but it lasts a while. 

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