Talking random bullshit with someone you know well is great, performative socially masked pleasantries specifically chosen for their generality, and uncontroversial nature is immensely draining emotionally and mentally.
Dragging my tongue over ice-cold saccharine cream tainted by biter cacao seeds as grainy bits of sand dig into my exposed flesh and the roar of the ocean assaults my tender eardrums.
I don’t count being polite in public small talk, I mean things like being at a party where you don’t know anybody, work events, ceremonial events, those kinds of small, short hells.
It’s really hard for me to meet people when it’s like “what do you do” and I answer and they say “how is that” and I answer and then they ask where I’m from and then say it’s rainy.
I don’t think people hate small talk so much as they hate it when people are bad at small talk. A lot of awkward people will barrage you with questions and you don’t even get the opportunity to ask them the question back because they just keep peppering you.
Talking random bullshit with someone you know well is great, performative socially masked pleasantries specifically chosen for their generality, and uncontroversial nature is immensely draining emotionally and mentally.
Dragging my tongue over ice-cold saccharine cream tainted by biter cacao seeds as grainy bits of sand dig into my exposed flesh and the roar of the ocean assaults my tender eardrums.
Every moment at the beach is unspeakable anguish.
Saying talking to the cashier is “… immensely draining emotionally and mentally” is some seriously high drama.
The world really isn’t that hard to deal with. Most people are actually quite kind. Not me of course, but most people.
I don’t count being polite in public small talk, I mean things like being at a party where you don’t know anybody, work events, ceremonial events, those kinds of small, short hells.
It’s really hard for me to meet people when it’s like “what do you do” and I answer and they say “how is that” and I answer and then they ask where I’m from and then say it’s rainy.
I don’t think people hate small talk so much as they hate it when people are bad at small talk. A lot of awkward people will barrage you with questions and you don’t even get the opportunity to ask them the question back because they just keep peppering you.