Little Less Conversation, Little More Thinking
Small talk. Also known as soulless talk. I would prefer to skip the chit chat and exchange a simple hello. Get in. Get out. Kind of how I like to .. shop.
“So what’s new?” Unless you have gotten married, had a baby, robbed a bank (I’ve been watching too much Animal Kingdom on Netflix) or cured Cancer since you saw them last, this is a difficult question to answer. Is it deemed okay to say “nothing” or do you go into great detail about your financial concerns?
Another doozie is the ever so casual, “how have you been?” Do you mean since I woke up this morning or in the past six months, because the timeline could generate very different responses.
I could write an entire post regarding cringe-worthy small talk topics, but I’ll finish with, “how has life been?” Could you be any more broad!? (In my best Chandler impression).
No matter what the topic of conversation is, there’s always room to put my foot in my mouth…
In Passengers Sit Back and RelaXXX I had an uncomfortable conversation. Today, I had yet another uncomfortable conversation.
I believe that cell phone cases are a statement. Glitter for the glam girls, fabric for the DIYers, heavy duty for the parents, wooden for the Hipsters and nonexistent for the stupid.
When I purchased the new IPhone 7, Telus insisted on a case. I realize they were trying to make a sale, but I also realize the amount of times I push my phone off the bed in my sleep. I know I shouldn’t sleep with my phone by my side as studies show the possibility of radiation; studies also show the possibility of melatonin being produced so, show me your credentials Dr. Google.
There was only one phone case available at the time. It was gold, sparkly and flimsy. Three words I would not use to describe myself.
Since I didn’t have any other choice, I purchased the overly priced, overly flashy phone case.
The following day I flashed my new phone to my fellow employees and emphasized how much I despised the phone case.
Before I had realized I dug myself into a hole, the other Recreation Therapist exclaimed, “we have the same phone case!”
I remained calm, cool and collected as I stuttered and stammered over my words like a phone call cutting in and out before replying, “it’s a gorgeous phone case, but it’s way too nice for me!”
I am certain she wished she had a big red X to put an end to this conversation , but she kept the phone case and well, I turned to Amazon.
