but a relative, or an old friend or some other social acquaintance.
I am not a person who chats. I am not antisocial, I am just really bad at small talk. I can function in person, one to one, just fine, even be quite charming, I like to think, but I cannot just blather for the sake of talking without some kind of meaningful communication.
On the phone, excluding, of course, business conversations, I tend towards long silences until the other party finally realizes that I'm not responding and then picks up where I left off and drifts into small talk once again.
I am certainly not condeming people who are more adept at conversation than I am.
Just don't call me unless you've really got something to say.
And by the way,
Get the hell off my lawn!
Don
I didn't want to talk to you either! 🙂
Well, blather, blather, blather,blather, blather. Exclamation. Shrug. Elation. Deflation. Humina, humina, humina, humina.
A friend of mine was talking about her son. She was recalling when he was about seven years old. He had made friends with everyone who lived between the bus stop and his grandparents house as he went to and from school every day. As she put it, "That boy would talk to a telephone pole." He's now more like 37 and still operating the same way. Never met a stranger. Meanwhile, both of his parents are major introverts.
When I was a lad I thought Dad knew everyone in the world. If he wasn't talking with them he was waving to them as we met passing on a road somewhere. My kids think the same thing about me. They can't take me anywhere but what I'll make a connection with some total stranger and discover that his brother-in-law's cousin is my barber's drag racing buddy.
That's funny, Don; I think the Dutch want to much for their shoes too!
Wait, what were we talking about?
Duggie
Sounds like somebody ran out of weed again! 😉
Don, I can relate very much to that sentiment.
