I have never been bored with silence, I appreciate moments when no one speaks to me.
Unfortunately I have often been part of activities with highly vocal people, who do not just speak but even think aloud. It makes me wonder, what am I doing here. Am I indeed a part?
But I guess I am, and not just a dumb muted part but an active part, because I am listening. I listen and analyse what I hear, try to comprehend it, to question or justify it in my mind, with examples and experiences, process it before I apply it, and then I speak about it.
I am unable to talk about things in process, because they are in process, who knows what shape it might take in the end, thoughts also have a process of growing, of taking a shape, a role, why should I force a stunted pre-determined growth to my thought itself, by representing it prematurely with words that might later become an entrapment.
But what gets me worried even more is that we mistake participation as noise, often created just for the sake of it, to be noticed, to be considered an esteemed participant. I guess participation demands as much listening as it requires speech because only then do you actually communicate or have a dialogue.