In Support of Small Talk
I wrote this article on small talk the other other day as a rant, really.
If you’re an introvert, small talk is really unnerving.
It is the disruption of your thoughts, your conversations, your world.
When someone else is talking to me, when I want to be alone, the conversations in my brain sound like:
“Dear God please save me, please have mercy on me,
can I drop dead now? will this ever end? have mercy on my soul,
I’m going to cry, I’m going to cry, I’m going to cry”
It really messes up with your brain.
But for extroverts and social beings, it is their super power.
My father and brothers can easily blend into any crowd, you would invite them to a party and they would end up knowing more people than you do.
When I reflect on my own social skills, I’m really in awe of them.
I was at the book shop today and look what i stumbled upon — The Fine Art of Small Talk by Debra Fine.
So if anyone saw a rascally looking petite lade squealing in a bookshop aisle and taking pictures, haha maybe it was me.
Anyway, as much I run away from small talk, it is a Super Power to some.
Basically life is a paradox.
One man’s food is another man’s poison.
One man’s pain is another man’s gain.
What is true can change depending on the time, place and person.
I wrote against small talk the other day, today I write for it.
Life is so so.
Thanks for reading 😁
P.S hope you had fun reading as I had fun writing.
