Static and Silence
*Editor's Note: First published on Life in 10 Minutes and Some Talk of You and Me.
Most people don’t.
My first boyfriend would remedy the situation by switching to another channel.
One moment I’d be humming to Randy Travis and the next moment I’d hear cracking and popping. He’d call it “the highest station for the highest of rollers” and would promptly tune the radio to the highest it would go, somewhere in the 106’s and 107’s. The static would crackle in our ears as we rode down the road.
The apathy crumbled my heart.
The next boyfriend was equally as enthusiastic over my music tastes. But instead of changing the channel altogether, he’d shut the music off completely. It would be a lingering silence that I should have listened to a little more closely, warning me.
Popping and silence—deafening—pleaded with me to leave.
Instead, I stayed with men that would rather hear the sounds of crippling static or engulfing silence than something I love.