Nov 28, 2005 14:21
There's one
more really good reason why I'm upset right now, and it is this: I am a
social retard. I can just get comfortable in a social situation
and take everything in, because what I like to do is catalogue things.
At the same
time I feel compelled to try and get into conversations with
people. the trouble is that I don't have much to say, and I feel
like small talk is fairly pointless.
But I know
that I don't know anything. The pisser of it is that I have a
best friend who's a great conversationalist, he's very interesting, and
he tells stories with an extraordinary degree of intensity. He's
fantastic.
Except that
when I do try and get into a conversation, he fucking reminds me that I
don't know shit. And I don't know shit about shit.
Fine.
We could talk about abstract expressionism, and the influence of
minimalism on the world of art after the 1960's. We could talk
about the tortured childhood of Edvard Munch, or any number of
artists. Why don't we talk about the iconoclasm? Why don't we
talk about gothic architecture? It's very interesting material, don't
you think? Plus, I could carry around a slide projector and turn
it into art history lecture time. Wouldn't that be fun?
Alright. I'm not pissed anymore. Done. Damn, I'm still trembling.