Small Talk
Tomorrow morning, I will dress up fancy in a skirt, drive 40 minutes to go to a catholic church, mingle with people I am related to, but know nothing about for the wake and mass of my mom's Aunt.
I will talk to 3rd cousins where everything we discuss is a competition and you constantly feel like you are being judged.
I’ll be the insensitive one who doesn’t cry and is standoffish when anyone else does.
We’ll eat terrible food, and waste a lot of gasoline commuting between funeral homes, church and the cemetery.
These types of things involve a lot of fakeness, something I am not fond of being... I don’t want to kiss and hug these strangers who I happen to share bloodlines with. And I don’t want to chit-chat about everything meaningless. I despise small talk. I’d rather say nothing at all.
Today I went to pick up my prescription from the Walgreen’s, and my insurance changed with the new year, so they wanted to charge me $42.99 for a stupid pack of birth control that I normally pay $10 for.
So I left with no BC and I cried and old lady was looking at me.
I cried for about ten minutes after that.
I sucked it up, and spent $38 at a record store where a cute boy who worked there, recognized me and said hello. Just one more reason to spend my money on music.
Enchiladas and Harry Potter and a pile of dachshunds put the finishing touch on a rather uneventful day.
I will talk to 3rd cousins where everything we discuss is a competition and you constantly feel like you are being judged.
I’ll be the insensitive one who doesn’t cry and is standoffish when anyone else does.
We’ll eat terrible food, and waste a lot of gasoline commuting between funeral homes, church and the cemetery.
These types of things involve a lot of fakeness, something I am not fond of being... I don’t want to kiss and hug these strangers who I happen to share bloodlines with. And I don’t want to chit-chat about everything meaningless. I despise small talk. I’d rather say nothing at all.
Today I went to pick up my prescription from the Walgreen’s, and my insurance changed with the new year, so they wanted to charge me $42.99 for a stupid pack of birth control that I normally pay $10 for.
So I left with no BC and I cried and old lady was looking at me.
I cried for about ten minutes after that.
I sucked it up, and spent $38 at a record store where a cute boy who worked there, recognized me and said hello. Just one more reason to spend my money on music.
Enchiladas and Harry Potter and a pile of dachshunds put the finishing touch on a rather uneventful day.