Comments on: I am a junkie who just got a fix

By: soggers

soggers — Mon, 25 Feb 2008 14:30:41 +0000

Did your kite get tangled in the sails of the boat or were you doing it on purpose

Not even the sound of the wind, the waves or the boat?
I reckon you had some kind of spiritual, inner silence, not a physical one. Maybe that’s why you got scared and spoke. You know you can talk to Doctor Soggers…I’m listening.

By: Pixie

Pixie — Mon, 25 Feb 2008 14:02:55 +0000

I was hanging from a kite being towed by a boat once - I too experienced the silence and what did I do - I spoke to myself!! Must be a female thing to do.

Pix x

By: soggers

soggers — Mon, 25 Feb 2008 12:42:26 +0000

I hate that when people have the TV on just for the sake of having some noise…or maybe it’s the thought of having to speak to me :-/

By: Grilled Pizza

Grilled Pizza — Mon, 25 Feb 2008 11:10:07 +0000

I dream of silence! Cant even get Husband to sit without the tv on!
GP x

By: soggers

soggers — Mon, 25 Feb 2008 08:06:29 +0000

A very old joke, but not quite the silence I was describing - wait for the next post for an example!

But it’s nice to have comments as long as the actual post!

By: Arctic Fox

Arctic Fox — Sun, 24 Feb 2008 21:08:04 +0000

At a remote monastery deep in the woods, the monks followed a rigid vow of silence. This vow could only be broken once a year on Christmas, by one monk, and the monk could speak only one sentence.

One Christmas, Brother Thomas had his turn to speak and said, “I love the delightful mashed potatoes we have every year with the Christmas roast!” Then he sat down. Silence ensued for 365 days.

The next Christmas, Brother Michael got his turn, and said, “I think the mashed potatoes are lumpy and I truly despise them!” Once again, silence ensued for 365 days.

The following Christmas, Brother Paul rose and said, “I am fed up with this constant bickering!”

By: John Conners

John Conners — Sat, 23 Feb 2008 23:04:16 +0000

You’re right, absolute silence is damn hard to find and when you do it’s very eerie.

When I was on Arran with Rachael in the summer we went for a walk up a hill (there’s a surprise) and a lot of that was through a forest. We stopped for a drink in the middle of the trees and looked at each other and were overpowered by the complete, utter silence. Not a breath of wind, not the croak of a frog or the twitter of a bird. It was most unusual and quite creepy. I’m pretty sure I broke the silence with a joke but as is usually the case with my jokes there was an even more overpowering silence!