Jeebus.
Spike's Bitches 34: They're All Slime and Antlers
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I need to drive up to CalArts and get some contract stuff done for the class I'm teaching this semester. Have I left the house yet? No. Am I motivated to leave the house? No.
Gah! I need to get this shit done.
Go forth and get shit! Done!
I mean, I don't LIKE small talk -- in a huge violent way -- but I *can* do it. I just vastly prefer not to. That doesn't make me an Aspie.
I guess I don't really know what is meant by "small talk". I like talking about things that other people might not think is important (say, what my boss did over the weekend) because I like hearing about people's lives.
I think small talk is talk that occurs not at all for the information shared, but for the social benefits of having conversation.
I don't think I would mind small talk if I were better at it. I should get a book or something. But if the other person is good at it, I'm fine. I can follow along merrily.
Small talk is just social lubrication. The ability to maintain the conversation as a social gesture rather than talking about shit that's of mutual interest.
I think this may be my problem with it (as in why I kind of suck at it) - I'm self-conscious about the fact that it's not actually interesting, anything I'm saying or listening to. But I really don't think about it that much. I just soldier on through it when necessary.
Oh, my. My last prof has a lot of energy.
Edit: Of course, the last time I thought that after the first class, the prof ended up becoming my favorite prof ever.
I think this may be my problem with it (as in why I kind of suck at it) - I'm self-conscious about the fact that it's not actually interesting, anything I'm saying or listening to. But I really don't think about it that much. I just soldier on through it when necessary.
I think of it as sort of conversational foreplay. You make a couple gambits while exchanging pleasantries to see if the other person has a sense of humor or irony or has an interesting tale to tell. If not, well at least there were no awkward silences to cringe up the evening.
Standard fallbacks: sports, travel, movies, books. Weather as a last resort. How about those Mets?