Mia: Don’t you hate that?
Mia: Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it’s necessary to yak about [blankityblank] in order to be comfortable?
Vincent: I don’t know. That’s a good question.
Mia: That’s when you know you’ve found somebody special. When you can just shut the [blankityblank] up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence.
I probably wouldn’t have put it precisely that way, but I agree wholeheartedly. There are not many who treasure silence anymore, especially in this cultureless culture. I grow weary of small talk. It exhausts me. In a circle of people, I am more often than not the listener and observer, and thus become labeled as the Shy One. (Which is not accurate, by the way; there is a difference between shyness and introvert tendencies. That is a whole ‘nother post. I digress.)
I would rather listen, think, and then speak a few worthwhile words, rather than just filling the air with bubbles to pop. I don’t know; maybe it’s the introvert inside of me, maybe it is my infant cynicism, perhaps some of both. But I think it would do many of us some good to just shut up once in a while, and not just when you are in the presence of that someone special.
*Just for the record, I wouldn’t recommend Pulp Fiction to everyone. When it comes to Tarantino, I watch for form (brilliant form, at that) rather than content.