I was walking home from the bus stop, when a wild old man appeared. He was walking home, but he just so happened to be walking in a similar trajectory to myself. I got so scared I dialed 911 only to call it off when I realized my mistake. I don't think I'm gonna forget this for a while.
I sometimes speed up when I'm behind people to freak them out/get their slow asses the hell out of my way.
It's okay. The silence's only in my liver, lungs, prostate, and brain. All things I can live without.