I Hate Small Talk

Random Thought #5

I think I’ve realized over time that I’m not necessarily shy, but I just hate small talk. I never feel compelled to have all those conversations that are expected….expected to be boring. Whenever I do end up having those conversations all I can think about is how superficial and stupid the conversation is and my interest is lost rather quickly. If you don’t have something of substance to say, just keep your mouth shut. I really dislike people who talk just to talk more than anything. I’m about a 1/3rd of the way through Ayn Rand’s Atlas Shrugged and so far its been reaffirming alot of the principles I live by & I even came across a quote (Page 101-102) that is right on topic with this thought:

“Mother, do they think it’s exactly in reverse?” she asked.

“What?” asked Mrs. Taggart, bewildered.

“The things you were talking about. The lights and the flowers. Do they expect those things to make them romantic; not the other way around?”

“Darling, what do you mean?”

“There wasn’t a person there who enjoyed it,” she said, her voice lifeless, “or who thought or felt anything at all. They moved about, and they said the same dull things they say anywhere. I suppose they thought the lights would make it brilliant.”

“Darling, you take everything too seriously. One is not supposed to be intellectual at a ball. One is simply supposed to be gay.”

“How? By being stupid?”

“I mean, for instance, didn’t you enjoy meeting the young men?”

“What men? There wasn’t a man there I couldn’t squash ten of.”

I guess I take everything too seriously.

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