There’s a quiet beauty in nights like these, stirring a gentle nostalgia within me.

"Be vewy vewy quiet." -- E. Fudd

The psychological fatigue of war is greater than any visible wounds... fear, anxiety, and memories that can't be erased and continue to haunt you every day. 💔 Even when the voices quiet down, the war inside you remains raging. How does one overcome this fatigue?😔

I get this. Slang can be really difficult in that the context doesn’t always translate. Indian & American sayings often have roots in British English which makes it far easier but I struggled w/slang in French & chose to stay quiet when visiting France & Belgium.

And then generally apologizing as I pass because I didn’t want to scare them by coming up quiet and I need to fit in my daily quota of “Ope, sorry” as an Upper Midwesterner.

I worked with a guy once who was a malignant narcissist & he'd constantly offer to buy people lunch in exchange for driving him on the break... basically a way of gaining a captive audience. He asked me once, & I told him, "No thank you, a key benefit of my break is having quiet time away from you."

Dull is ok. Many of us like quiet efficiency and don't like bombastic bullshit.

I empathize. My wife keeps teaching me Austrian slang, I speak like, BARELY any German and a bunch of other languages. I've just accepted I'm always going to both confuse and be confused. I usually opt to be quiet.

I can't seem to catch a break today. Changed rooms for some peace and quiet only for my work time to be interrupted anyway.

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