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I like the quiet. I like being on my own. I often don’t have the radio on and I’m more than happy to read quietly on my own. I like nights on my own, like tonight, Dave is with his friends. This means the house is silent and I can watch Comic Relief (I love telethon TV, nearly as much as I love award shows) and eat strawberry creams.

I like the silences between friends and family, when you don’t need to talk. You can just sit and be comfortable.

The silences I don’t like? The kind that are awkward. You know the type. When people know each other just enough that there should be conversation, but not well enough to know how that conversation should go. The kind of silence that is not comfortable  A silence that hangs in the air like a thick fog. This is not a nice silence. These silences are my nemesis. My ultimate downfall. I am 100% the most socially awkward person. I am tow curling, tummy turningly bad in these situations. It is these situations were silence seems like a distant memory. Words spill out of my mouth without pause, without time for audit. Making people more uncomfortable.

The main question’s I ask.

“What you having for your tea?” “What did you have for lunch?”  These all seem innocent enough. Right?

They’re not.

Mainly, because I’m asking people who have no desire to share their culinary exploits with me.

My thought is, if I ask all the lovely people who read this blog (my mum) what your having for tea or what you had for lunch, I can stop asking strangers, and people who call me Geoff on the phone. 

Tonight I’m having Red Thai Curry. What you all having?