Quiet not Guilty.

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They said Don’t trust quiet people.

They said we’re snakes. Hiding. Calculated. Green under green grass.

So when I walk into a room and sit instead of announcing, they squint. When I listen instead of interrupt, they whisper. When I stay still, they assume I'm studying the best way to strike.

Truth? I’m just quiet. That’s it.

But for some reason, that makes people uneasy.

It’s wild how silence has become suspicious. Like you owe people a performance to prove your innocence. If you're not loud, dramatic, or visibly expressive, you're labeled as fake. Dangerous. Not to be trusted.

They don’t say it outright. But it’s there. In the way they look at you sideways. In the way they test you with sarcasm, waiting for a reaction. In how they act surprised when someone compliments your kindness. Like it’s an accident.

"She’s too quiet. She must be hiding something."

No, love. I’m not hiding anything. I’m just not loud. That’s all.

I don’t rush to speak. I don’t fight to be heard. I value stillness, not because I have nothing to say but because I choose when and where to say it. And if that makes people uncomfortable, then maybe the problem isn’t me.

What makes it harder? The same people who slap labels on quiet folks are the loudest cheerleaders of "everyone is different." Until they meet someone different.

Let me be blunt.

Being loud doesn’t mean you’re genuine.
Being expressive doesn’t make you safe.
Just as being reserved doesn’t make you fake.

I’m tired of the double standard. Of being measured by volume instead of value. Of being questioned simply for having a calm presence.

And here’s the thing. I don’t hate loud people. I don’t avoid them. I actually admire the ease with which they take up space. I just don’t operate like that. But you won’t catch me reducing someone to a caricature because of their energy.

So why does my quiet bother you so much?

Why must I defend the absence of noise?

Why must I prove I’m not a ticking time bomb?

Maybe it’s time we interrogate those assumptions. Unlearn that bias. Heal from that fear.

Because not everyone who whispers is plotting.
Not everyone who smiles quietly is pretending.
And not every soft presence is a scheme.

Some of us are just peaceful.

Not loud.
Not fake.
Not plotting.
Just... at peace.

And that should be enough.