I never liked the quiet before

Silence. It’s a weird thing. I always hated silence, always needed background noise no matter what I was doing. For some reason if things were too quiet it scared me. If I was sitting in a room with someone and they were talking, I would talk excessively just to fill the void. I would constantly be thinking, “Why are they talking? What are they thinking about? Are they mad at me?” The one exception to that is my dad, but that’s a story for another day.