One of the best known and most-treasured rights is the right to remain silent. This particular right is part of the Fifth Amendment to the United States Constitution, which protects people against self-incrimination, and it is perhaps well known because of the frequent repetition of the Miranda warning (“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law…”) that is repeated frequently on television shows about policemen and their behavior. And yet while all of us, at least all of us who are Americans, have a constitutionally recognized right to remain silent, not all of us have the ability to do so. It is a sad thing to have the right to remain silent, to have situations in life where it would probably be better for yourself and others to remain silent, and to be unable to do so.
As many people have probably guessed, I am one of those people who simply finds it impossible to remain silent. Even when my lips are somehow not moving or I am not tapping away furiously at my keyboard to say something, what I think and feel is being expressed in some fashion through an expression on my face or body language. Today I thought of no less than half a dozen great ideas for blog posts, some of which I will probably eventually get around to writing, but it is a Thursday night and I had barbershop practice until late in Canby, and so I did not get home until about 10:30PM. So, instead of going to sleep like a sane person would, I turned on my computer to write a post, even a short one, because I have too much on my mind and cannot go to sleep.
And yet most of the ideas I wanted to write about would require far more time and energy than I have at this late stage in the day. Even typing this short note and doing my assignment for therapy, which includes writing down what I felt three times each day, is probably more than I should be typing at this point. At any rate, I will be going to sleep soon enough, and for some reason despite spending a couple of hours singing and plenty of time talking with my coworker today while on car, for some reason I had more words I needed to get out. And so here I am, typing into the dark hours of the night, hoping that my mind can be tired enough and satisfied enough with the words to sleep.