My Mom purposely put our swing-set outside of her kitchen window where she worked. The idea was that she could keep an eye on us. She used to sometimes yell into our playroom, "I can't hear you...what are you doing?"
My whole life, I have thought that when someone was screaming at me, it was bad. I have since learned that quiet is so much worse. Being in a relationship sometimes calls for silence to regroup. That isn't what I mean here. In my professional environment, I have seen lots of "feelings" come out. Those sometimes are hard to take especially when there isn't a resolve. When things are totally dead silent, it can be the scariest thing on the planet. Believe me, I have spent more time than any human ever should trying to mediate between people. It is ROUGH!
I have been riding the deathly calm wave of silence for quite some time now. I have to just stand by and watch things get worse and I have no control over it. Then, the people in power remain so silent that you just end up taking it personally even if you know you aren't to blame.
Then guess what sets in: paranoia followed by insecurity. You imagine they have a nuke they are about to deploy. You draw the big bulls-eye on your own chest and you turn blue from holding your breath. "What are they thinking over there?" It is the ultimate in mind-games and it's both immature and deplorable.
I feel like the swing-set is way outside my peripheral and I am having to stop work every two seconds to run outside and look for the children. It's just become silly.
Think I will go play with my puppy while I wait for things to correct themselves,
Don't waste any more precious moments!
"Doubt kills more dreams than failure ever will." ~S. Kassem