if i could describe one of the things i hate the most, i´d have to say small talk. it´s like my automatic off button.
whenever i eat at the office i have to sit through 15 to 45 minutes (which seem the longest of my life) of girls going on about some lame ass store, a bad movie, gael garcia´s recent interpretation in "letters to juliet", some mexican actor slash model (all/most suck in all sense of the word suck) being suchhhh a hottie, a party, soccer, how muchhhhh work they have to go back to, boss complaints, their daughters/sons getting bad grades, david guetta, hello kitty, the blind side/avatar, and to top it off, a piece of info. i wasn´t aware of: integration days. bowling, gotcha and god knows what else twice a year to promote friendly relationships in the office, i had to smile and say "so fun", maybe my performance wasn´t believable... i felt like such a hypocrite.
when i´m stuck here, i find myself in utter silence nodding and wanting to poke my eyes out with a stick.. half a second of insecurity peaks through and i think to myself, "these people must think i´m weird, or snobby, or stupid and have nothing interesting to say".. but then my common sense kicks back in and i realize i really don´t care. get up and smoke a cigarette.
such a hater, i know...
and don´t get me wrong... i´m not looking for some super profound, life awakening chat, just something that goes a little bit further than the mundane.
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i'm sooooooooo different. these people could never get me. i'm sooooooooo unique. they don't even knowwwwwwww what i'm really like.
says the man who is a total mystery to his coworkers.
ps. i´d like for you to try to live through one of these conversations one day, see how well you tolerate.
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