Serenity of Silence

I, alone.

I, alone, viewed "The King's Speech" along with my fellow students. (Incredible discussion afterwards, ask me about it if you want.)
I, alone, went to the Caleb concert along with my fellow students. (Now I want to marry a hipster.)
I, alone, will die by myself. (If I were to be buried in peat, I would be perfectly preserved.)

In all of these activities aside from the dying one, I said not a word to anyone for three and a half hours, and no one said a word to me. On occasion, it is nice to be silent: to be still, even if a loner in observation. I was the shadow, the ghostly apparition, the fly on the wall. I was momentarily content. I was Amelie Poulain.

Now I am just glad to be back in the room, my humble abode, safe residence, woman cave, tea room, my place - whatever this space means to me. I am glad to be back with my roommate. Even if we do not talk. Communal silence is best, rather than a silence spent alone. [can you even spend silence?] It's those who understand you the best that can partake in silence and not feel compelled to always be saying something. It's not that we've run out of things to say for the day or that we loathe each other, quite the contrary. We have an understanding in silence.

And,
Sometimes you can better understand a person through silence.