For a long time I wasn’t a fan of silence. I had an ever-pressing urge to tell people everything, too much, just to say something that would kill the quiet. It felt as though by not having conversation, I had failed.
There’s actually a technical term for the fear of silence: sedatephobia. Look, it’s not a promising diagnosis since it harks back to Greek (like all good words do) meaning ‘dead’ or ‘forever asleep.’ Quite frankly I think it’s only allowed for vampires.
By no means am I saying I’m a cured mute who now meditates exclusively in a salty, poignant hush. By golly, I’m quite the opposite! But I suppose it offers some small insight as to why I haven’t been writing much here: I’ve been a little bit scared that what I’m writing is just for the sake of saying something, without actually saying anything remotely meaningful. I’m still crawling out of a trap between writing what I felt like and writing something that matters.
Behold, an enormous Eve Malone shake up. There’s a new bit above you called Eve’s Being Serious where little tid bits of current events and important news type things are there for your perusing. There’s a little bit of ranting about justice and rights and all the things I’d like to school any Q&A panel on in the event of several ABC airtime minutes
Where is Eve? is also a little bit recent and will soon be telling you ‘things’ about many fabulous places that will enchant your most wanderlust-riddled day dreams. Please feel free to cat-call me on the street in my daggiest jeggings if you’ve got definite YOU-MUST-DO-AND-INSTAGRAM-THIS locations.
Finally, Eve’s Pals is there for when I’m curious about your thoughts. They’re cut out pieces of some dear people’s lives and are simply wonderful for life pondering and maybe even some peer-reviewed inspiration.
Eve’s little hiatus, I suppose, has definitely told me that there’s an itching little worm of words begging to get out and that no matter how cheesy or clumsy or inherently invalid they look written down, it’s better than letting them eat you up. Because that’s when the silence really gets too loud to bare.
Ohh flipping hell, that could be a Taylor Swift lyric.