Huh.
I (mostly lovingly) call my brother "the functional mute" because while the man is capable of speech, he doesn't use the capability often. He is terse in all his communications. He is a miser with his words and thoughts. A great communicator, he is not.
Even his wife has remarked how much he doesn't actually share. Oh, he's a great dad, a good family provider, gentle and caring with his kids, adoring of his wife. But man, he just doesn't SAY ANYTHING. He is the master of the implied conversation. He may think one or two words is like novel-level of sharing, but the rest of us are just confused and unknowing.
So when my dad called him on Sunday (I was there having lunch with my mum, and we spent the afternoon just chatting), and spent TWENTY MINUTES on the phone talking to him, my mum and I were all "O.o - I wasn't aware he KNEW that many words!" at each other. We decided maybe it a was a dude thing. Since they didn't exactly discuss the wonders of the universe (they were talking about all the sports my nieces and nephew were engaged in, and the week's upcoming schedule of team events, and whether or not my nephew (or younger niece) were going to segway from figure skating to hockey, and what the difference was between the figure skate and hockey blades), maybe she was right it was a dude thing.
I still think he may have used up his monthly (or quarterly) quota of words in that twenty-minute conversation.
Even his wife has remarked how much he doesn't actually share. Oh, he's a great dad, a good family provider, gentle and caring with his kids, adoring of his wife. But man, he just doesn't SAY ANYTHING. He is the master of the implied conversation. He may think one or two words is like novel-level of sharing, but the rest of us are just confused and unknowing.
So when my dad called him on Sunday (I was there having lunch with my mum, and we spent the afternoon just chatting), and spent TWENTY MINUTES on the phone talking to him, my mum and I were all "O.o - I wasn't aware he KNEW that many words!" at each other. We decided maybe it a was a dude thing. Since they didn't exactly discuss the wonders of the universe (they were talking about all the sports my nieces and nephew were engaged in, and the week's upcoming schedule of team events, and whether or not my nephew (or younger niece) were going to segway from figure skating to hockey, and what the difference was between the figure skate and hockey blades), maybe she was right it was a dude thing.
I still think he may have used up his monthly (or quarterly) quota of words in that twenty-minute conversation.