Carol H Tucker Passionate about knowledge management and organizational development, expert in loan servicing, virtual world denizen and community facilitator, and a DISNEY fan
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beladona Memorial Be warned:in this very rich environment where you can immerse yourself so completely, your emotions will become engaged -- and not everyone is cognizant of that. Among the many excellent features of SL, there is no auto-return on hearts, so be wary of where your's wanders...
I remember a scene in a movie or TV show that I saw a long time ago: a little girl in the old West explained to a little boy she met that she thought each person only had an allotted number of steps they could take in their lives, so she always took great big giant steps so as not to use them up too fast. She died soon after [I don’t remember if it was an accident, an Indian raid, or illness] and the little boy stood over her grave and heartbrokenly said something to the effect that he just didn’t know she had so few steps left and he was so sorry he ever chased her….
I wonder if the same theory could hold true for the number of words one uses in their lifetime?
When things are going well, I always have tended to chatter. My mother used to fuss because I would wake up talking and go to sleep telling myself stories. In grade school, I spent a lot of time with my desk in the hall because I constantly spoke in class without permission. In later years, it was forcibly brought home to me that I also chattered at work because when I would fall silent, everyone commented on it and then would ask me if I was sick When I am interested in someone romantically? I talk, ask questions, make comments, invite inquiries because to me it is a way to strengthen the connection. The flow of words – written and spoken -- washes across the landscape of my life like the rays of the sun.
But at times the well of words dries up. There are no more questions. There is no fund of small talk. I don’t know what to say, not even to myself. And silence is very hard for me and on me; it is the place where negative energy accumulates for me and it is difficult for me to discharge it.
The thought obtrudes that perhaps I have used up my allotted number of words before my time is done and that is why the cone of silence has descended......
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