I hate conversations.

Not because I hate people
and not because I do not want to share my affairs with other ones.
But because of their reactions.
I cannot control them.

It is emotional torture.

When you do not know what  to reply.
When you do not know how much to reveal.
When you just do not know how to react.
And when you do not have enough time to think of it.
When they expect you to answere.

To say something that perfectly fits.
To say something they need and desire to hear.


I hate conversations.

But way much more,
I hate the silence.
The silence filled with ignorance
about our thoughts,
about our feelings,
about our issues,
about us.

I hate conversations.
But at last
I think they are the only path that works.