Silent sigh

We talk a lot don't we?

There's a lot of important stuff, obviously: relationships, family, jobs, money, the divisive doom of Brexit.

There's a lot of light waffle: how we felt about the latest series of Love Island, which phone to upgrade to and why on earth more than one woman would want to sleep with Boris Johnson.*

And in between these two extremes are the placatory soundbites that we use to fill the gaps when we're told something completely overwhelming.

Sometimes it's because silence in this situation is just too painful.

Silence allows the unspoken horrors that we cover with our torrent of words rise to the surface and bubble over.

I've seen two friends this week and experienced two ways in which words fall short.

The first friend had some truly heartbreaking news to share. The kind of news that really cannot be healed by words - not even the most well chosen ones. Anything I said sounded like I was just parroting the lines that should be said in these circumstances.

The second friend, who has never quite got to grips with the whole MS thing,  punctuated my mention of overwhelming tiredness and fear-driven cog fog with a dismissive "Oh, I know how you feel."
Gnfff.

But it made me wonder why we feel that the thing to do in these situations is fill them with words.
Is it to try and make us feel better? Make the other person feel better?
I'm not sure that they do either.

The words we have can be very powerful, but now and again they will simply not be enough. They cannot bridge the chasm that lies between us and the person who is suffering in a situation we just do not know and cannot understand.

Quite often the words are about how we think we should react, about our own panic and our own fears. And that is never, ever going to be helpful.

So instead of talking, perhaps sometimes it might be best if we close our mouths. That we just shut up and listen. And truly pay attention to what we're being told.

:: Silent sigh by Badly Drawn Boy

* Answers on the side of a bus please.