I don’t like small talk. It’s annoying, and time consuming, and it takes sooooo loooong to get to anything good. I wish people could just be who they are. *sigh*

It’s rare that I’m interested in hearing about the new shoes you found on sale at a store I’ve never shopped in. Likewise, I acknowledge that you are probably not interested in the motherboard reviews from the most recent issue of CPU, so I’ll spare you my opinion. But, if you’re going to tell me about your shoes, tell me something real. Like maybe they remind you of shoes your mom wore when she was young, and she always looked beautiful in them. Or maybe the color is exactly the same color as your first car, and you remember sitting in it after high school listening to No Doubt on the radio and dreaming of the boy you liked.

I know, I’m as bad as the next person most of the time. I keep things neat, and on the surface. I don’t get into the nitty gritty unpolished bits. I like to believe we all have deep and rich inner worlds, so why don’t we share that stuff more often? Wouldn’t it help us focus on what is really important, rather than on all the crap?