October 20, 2017
There is a gift to remaining silent. A few years back I worked at a summer lodge. In the evenings we would all gather in the common room to watch TV. Most of the people I worked with drank alcohol and a few would be well plastered. I would sit there quietly with my coffee mug and watch the show. Near the end of our summer one of them commented on how I never or rarely drank alcohol. I looked at them and said, "what do you think I had in my coffee mug?" Every night I was drinking a rye and coke to end the evening and no one knew. Everyone assumed because I sat quietly, rarely got involved in the drunken discussions and never said I was drinking that I was some boring, straight edged, non-drinker. In the meantime, I had figured out who to trust, who to believe and who to avoid while keeping in the loop about everything going on at the lodge. Silence is golden.
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