Silence.

Why are we so afraid of it? Why is it that we cannot enjoy a blissful moment of peace to recollect our thoughts and have some personal time to ourselves, but instead we impulsively feel awkward at a moment of silence?
I wish I were deaf for a few days. I'm not sure how I would cope. How would I wake up without an alarm in the morning? I would hear nothing but my own voice. Would I go insane? What an entertaining thought.