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:: Sunday, March 16, 2014 ::

Small talk

It both bores and bothers me when people ask me questions of inconsequential nature. It's a character flaw of mine that I can only take so much of "What are you doing?" before my brain explodes from irritation. 

I don't know if it's because I've been socialized to be this way or if my neurological chemistry is messed up somehow such that I only do well in purposeful conversation, but I can't help but want to continue with "why do you ask" because I assume that there's a reason behind the question. And the answer "oh, nothing, just curious / making small talk" kills my desire to have any further conversation. 

I mean, really, is there anywhere else to go after that? 

Is small talk the foreplay of a weighty discussion climax? I mean, why do people feel the need to engage in small talk of any sort that ultimately achieves no purpose beyond hearing that someone is doing something you're not remotely interested in? And I know this because most of the responses I get to what I'm doing is "Ok" or "I see" or worst of all, insipid follow up questions like "Oh, how come you're doing X today?"  

I don't want to talk about my chores. They're boring. Why can't people small talk about something else? Actually, why do people need to know what I'm doing?

I'm ranting about you asking what I'm doing! I don't mind being asked questions but please ask me something worth answering. 

And for the love of my sanity, please stop asking me the same questions over and over again. If I've given you the same answer a few days in a row, it's pretty good indicator that you need to ask something else before I start making little notes in the margins of your personality book along the lines of "please kill me" "ugh so bored" and "*rolls eyes*". 

Please don't make conversation with me for the sake of making conversation. I am remarkably bad at it. I crave meaning in interaction, and fifty thousand cycles of my plans for the weekend will make me want to stab you with a rusty spoon. 

(If you're wondering, it's cell group and church. I only make time for people who are special to me. Yes, that includes me. Especially me, at this point. Everyone else gets scraps left over from my hungry ogre of a job.)

:: And that's all she wrote 11:31 AM [+] ::
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