Oh you must shut up! This instant, this moment, this second, shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!

Sep 27, 2007 22:23

I have this terribly nasty habit that I am fully aware is nasty and yet, I have no desire to stop doing it. And I don't mean smoking...although the same would apply there as well.

When people that I don't know are talking to me, I seem to tune them out a great deal of the time. Usually about midway through the conversation I become increasingly bored by whatever it is that they're saying because it seems that the people who engage me in conversation don't actually have any conversational skills to speak of. I am not particularly interested in hearing about your dog or your car or what kind of laundry detergent you use. No, really. I don't give a shit.

Talk to me about something that matters or shut the fuck up. Jesus.

Now, if we're friends then I obviously have no qualms listening to you tell me about your day because, as your friend, I have a personal interest in your happiness and well being. But if you're just some random individual that strikes up a conversation with me at a coffeeshop or a bar for example...why would you want to bore me half to death with idle chatter? Are you trying to see how long it'll take you to get me to resort to the timeless smile-and-nod? I promise you, buddy, it won't take long.

I guess that to some people this makes me selfish, apathetic, and quite possibly a bitch. Okae. I can live with that so long as I don't have to listen to mediocre attempts at a meaningful conversation. Seriously, folks - it makes my fucking brain hurt.

I suppose that this is why, generally speaking anyway, I don't go out of my way to strike up a conversation with people. I would be extremely displeased with myself if I got sucked in to listening to someone prattle on for five minutes about where they got their shoes or how nice it is in Florida this time of year.

Who gives a fuck about Florida and their goddamned weather? You mean to tell me of all the topics in the entire world, the best thing you can pull out of that withered meatball you call a cerebrum is, "it sure is sunny down in Miami right now!"

Read a fucking book, plebian.
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