family

damn my family is LOUD. And yet i love that my grandma greets me with Dude! when she comes to visit, and my dad will describe lameness as sucking balls. That I can be in a conversation for hours and not realize that i haven't said a word. I blend in well. Maybe it's more like disappearing. I have cultivated my quietness. Perhaps it is in opposition to the occasionally grating noises that emanate from those around me, or simply from the fact that there is no need to butt in. Everyone has plenty to say, and I feel no compulsion to add to the conversation. I'm content to listen, as they are content to talk. You learn to listen.