Whispers always involve secrets. We use them to keep our dialogue from being heard and quite often, this is because we are revealing something to one or more individuals without desiring to share it further.
I have never learned how to whisper in the proper manner. As a young student, I was consistently assigned numerous sentences of “I will not talk in class”. I have to work to choose the right time and my voice must stay low. I tend to live out loud and speak my thoughts. Neither of these are bad qualities. Unfortunately, they do not blend well in every situation. The need for whispering is one example.
And really – Who really likes whispers, anyway? When others whisper around me, I fight the natural urge to strain my ears and hear what is being said. What about you? When people whisper behind your back or glance and gesture in your direction, are you not even a little suspicious that the whispers are about you? The idea bothers me less as I age, but as a school kid, whispers were nearly as bad as confrontations.
Whispers have their purpose, but I would rather leave the whispering to the trees.
Response to the Daily Post’s prompt – Whisper