Conversational Inertia

When there's a general flow of thought through medium, be it voice, letter, electronic, or (I presume) telepathy, the thinkers or speakers involved have a habit of continuing that flow with little effort much to the relative ease and comfort of all such involved, to such a degree that it is not even truly noticed until suddenly it

stops

and
there's

this

p
a
u
s
e

.

.

.

which isn't
really the
point

except that when it happens
you just sort of

want

to fill the silence even t h o u g h . . .

you don't yet know what to

say

e
m
p
t
i
n
e
s
s

with anything at all because otherwise you just have this uncomfortable

that drags on unbroken until a mind breaks it by snapping the expectation which begins growing in every quiet moment and builds so severely that the longer it's been since something was said the more important the silent speaker thinks the next thing has to be to prevent dissappointment, which nobody wants, and keep the interest of whoever's listening if anybody or rather more importantly mind still is after

all
this
time

where nothing was being contributed to the flow of the discussion creating a veritble stagnent mudpuddle where was was a sparkling flow of ideas and could be again if only I, you, he, she, the speakers, whoever's not talking in this hypothetical conversa
tion no wrong ME this is always about me remember it was right (write) right away in the first place, if only I could find something significant enough to say next to justify that damned metaphorical mudpuddle and while we're at it the weak metaphor that it was that caused weeks or months of silence with the

expectaion

anticipation