Initiating: writing mode…
Why are you so quiet? Don’t you ever say anything? I can’t even hear you!
In a culture that celebrates the loud and brash, or at least the happy extrovert, someone like me still manages to get a lot of attention. Always have. Even as a child ~ I was quiet.
And for some reason, that made a lot of people upset.
That I wasn’t constantly telling jokes or stroking their ego was not something people liked. At least, that’s the only reason I can come up with.
Because why else would anyone be angry at someone who is comfortably soft spoken, quiet, and minding her own business?
Did I ever try to change to please them? Maybe quite briefly, in my twenties, but never again.
I like being quiet. I like being the one in the group who isn’t running her mouth to fill in the silence. I like being the one who gives someone the chance to talk, while I listen.
I have nothing against the life of the party, the girl who does feel like she has to fill the silence (even if it’s just a few seconds of silence), and I have nothing against the happy charismatic extrovert.
But I don’t have to be that, and I don’t want to be that.
I’m Quiet.
And because my blog is in the form of a diary that I speak to, I thought it would be appropriate to call everything Dear Quiet.
What’s behind your name? You can talk to me. I’ll listen.
Take care,
Dear Quiet
signal/log: 1.21.2026
heart.status = confident
installing: a _ mellow _ day
Dear Quiet 
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