I can be quiet and comfortable with my own silence, when others can’t.  I can be quite talkative and frustrated with the sound of my own voice, but it’s expected.  I can be eager for conversation when it isn’t going to happen.  I can be burdened by the sound of words I am not ready to process.  And sometimes, it just all meshes perfectly.  Someone talks, someone listens.  Or someone is quiet and someone else is grateful.  Communication…am I right? 😉