i'm comfortable with silences. like mia wallace, i don't feel the need to continually fill the air with words; it's a special friends with whom you can just sit and be quiet.
but silence does make a lot of people uncomfortable, and i suppose it's good to not let that happen too often in most circumstances.
i am a believer in conversation in life, though. talking is what keeps the air from going stale in a house, a car ride, an evening out. not necessarily philosophical musings on existentialism, nor one-word answers lobbed from behind a wall, but simple and honest talking. it's healthy to a relationship of any kind. it feels good to talk with someone, and it's not always easy. but i'm surprised at the differences in environment when words flow back and forth freely. and i don't exclusively mean telling your innermost thoughts, hopes, and dreams, although i think i once did.
sharing who you are, what you're up to, what you're thinking about. like flowing water, conversant talking helps our relationship stay fresh and clear. it keeps us from becoming weird.
i'm not the best at this. i partially credit my scandinavian heritage for part of it, but also an effort to be a better lister (as opposed to "waiting to talk") and, as a result, preferring to listen to others. to quote sydney greenstreet in the maltese falcon, "i'm a man who likes talking to a man who likes to talk!"
and then there are times when i won't shut up....
all we need to do is make sure we keep talking.