We all begin out with good intent
When love is raw and young
We believe that we can change ourselves
The past can be undone
But we carry on our back the burdens time always reveals
In the lonely light of morning
In the wound that would not heal
It's the bitter taste of losing everything
I've held so dear
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You know I really hate small talk. You know the kind where you're at a party enjoying a few veggie sticks at the snack table and you bump into someone you haven't seem in awhile.
"Hey, how's it going? Long time no see!"
"You too! What are you up to these days?"
"Oh not much, just slaving away at work. How's life going with you? Your parents doing ok?"
"Life is pretty good actually and the parents are doing just fine! How's life with you?"
But really all I want to say to people like this is, "Shut the fuck up and let me enjoy my damn carrot stick in peace. There's a reason I haven't seen you in a long time! Neo calls it CHOICE." Really, it doesn't get much worse than small talk. Both parties know full well that they're not the closest of friends and yet they torture themselves by attempting to be cordial. If you're ever standing around at a party and you spot someone you haven't seen in a long time and don't want to see. Keep an eye on that person. If they get within 10 feet of you, you need to get yourself out of there and lickity split!
That's the one good thing about sitting here at home in front of the computer. You don't have to talk to anyone you don't want to. If someone emails you out of the blue that you really don't care to hear from, just hit DELETE! If you ever run into that person and they ask you about it, you can alway use the excuse "Sorry I didn't get your email. My junkmail filter must have deleted it." This is what they were raving about back in the early 90s when everyone was so excited about the internet and email. The choice to ignore people.
Seriously people, stop it with the small talk. If you really are forced to talk to someone, make it interesting. Gossip about fat ex-girlfriends or how old acquaintances now sell used cars for a living. Don't ask people about how their lives are going or about their job. (Unless of course you're talking to an old crush who just had breast augmentation.)
I think years from now when our species' communication has evolved beyond audible words and we can telepathically communicate -- we'll still be thinking small talk. And the only small talk you'll ever get from my brain are a few choice 4-letter words.
