As you may have noticed by now, I’m not exactly adept at small talk.
And by “adept”, of course, I mean “extremely incapable, bordering on paralysis”.
That’s precisely the reason why I’m always late for class. Part of it is laziness, too, of course, and the occasional traffic jam (I drive to UP, ergo I’m an ass), but I’m really trying to avoid something that happens whenever the professor isn’t in the classroom and the students are left to their own devices. At some point in this lull, someone is bound to turn to me and talk.
There’s a reason why I always sit alone in the back of the class, you know. It’s precisely because I try to avoid human contact as much as possible, and sitting next to a dust-covered desk with unidentified paraphernalia is my preferred way of escaping any attempts at inane chitchat.
Last week, some classmate tried to engage me in this boring ass pastime, asking me a bunch of questions I knew she didn’t really care to ask. Which brings me to my point. What the hell is wrong with you people? If you’re not actually interested in what you’re asking, why ask at all?
By the way, classmate, if you happen to be reading this (and I know you aren’t, borderline illiterate person), please do not attempt to chat me up about anything written here. Please. Otherwise I will be forced to commit suicide by eating myself from the feet up. With no ketchup.
My friend Joel calls it my neurosis, which it probably is, but I’m actually being logical here. What is the point of subjecting ourselves to such inanities?
Forced with characters unwilling to respect my need for catatonic episodes, I either respond with senseless, rambling answers or incoherent grunts. I do realize that responding is non-optional social convention (yes, I am obsessed with The Big Bang Theory, and I will continue quoting dialog from the show for as long as I like), so I do make an effort at the very least. I can’t give humanly decent answers, though, so people eventually look at me funny and find someone else to torment with their pointless chatter.
It’s not that I don’t speak to people at all. I do, but only if I like them, which is sort of rare. Otherwise, it’s just me either clamming up or continuously spouting nonsense in barely recognizable sentences.
So well, yeah, that’s it.
Must. Sleep. Now.
**EDIT**
My legs have been reduced to painful mush after walking the entire length from our office to Glorietta.
Fuck. That. Shit.
August 1st, 2008 at 11:09 am
Wow. I was like that in school too. Had we been in a class together, we’d have hit it off…by not speaking to each other at all.
August 1st, 2008 at 10:32 pm
Niiiice. We would have been great together
I once spent almost six months in my previous job not talking to my officemates, mainly because all they talk about is LV and they ridiculed my love for OPM. I do my best to avoid chitchatting 
August 3rd, 2008 at 5:17 pm
I do the same thing, but not because the people I work with are stupid. I feel like the entire children’s table next to them.
I used to date a girl who hated small talk. She said that she had way more important things to do. I like small talk because it tells me about the weather we’re having.
August 4th, 2008 at 2:08 am
Hi, may i just know what LV stands for?im only tangential you and Onetamad’s generation, which kinda make me an outsider =)
May the weathers you guys will be having be nice, and interesting.
August 4th, 2008 at 6:44 am
Hi Selina, it’s not really a generation thing. LV is Louis Vuitton.
August 4th, 2008 at 10:09 am
oh,i was thinking of that, but i thought it might be something else. thanks.
August 12th, 2008 at 10:40 pm
there’s probably something wrong with me now. i can’t seem to be impolite to people who chat me up about things, which they don’t realize, don’t in fact interest me. such as asking me about what i’m listening to and seeing where it goes from there.
a smile is all i can manage and something like semi-incomprehensible mumbling.
i need help on how to flip people off without regard for conscience. XD
August 12th, 2008 at 11:31 pm
@kairex3 - ditto. I sort of want to tell them to fuck off but I know I’ll suffer ostracism and dagger looks every time I go to class.