A few connected random thoughts . . .
At the gym this morning a man was talking on his cell phone while working out, hands free of course. He described each exercise as he performed it, gasping loudly. How sad. Such absurd narcissim. Such a distressing relationship with whoever was listening.
Standing in line in the liquor store waiting to pay for a few bottles of wine, I stared at a woman at the next cash register who was gurgling raucously into her cell phone while searching her purse for a credit card. How sad. Such childish narcissim . . . obviously someone afraid of silence.
Why are people so afraid of silence that they must fill each moment with inane, immature chatter? It's because silence means you have to listen to yourself. And these people have nothing to say.