Tagged: small talk
I Don’t Know Why You Say Goodbye, I Say Hello
I’m slowly starting to get a handle on how humans make small talk. (It turns out it’s with their mouths! Boy, was I doing it wrong.) I don’t mean to brag, but I’ve been to two whole parties since I wrote that post on small talk skills and I only panicked and hid on the host’s basement stairs once.
Progress!
Let’s Give Them Something to Talk About
Someone invited me to join their group of friends tomorrow night. We’re going to one of those painting places where they tell you how to paint a nice, seasonal scene and as long as you listen to the directions, at the end of the night you all end up with some swell art.
Though I suspect mine will not look like this.
That Awkward Moment
Some people out there are innately cool. Whatever is happening, they know enough about society and its expectations to conduct themselves in an acceptable and awesome manner. They don’t get nervous every time they have to meet new people, they don’t worry for hours about making a phone call, and they don’t despair over the way they ordered a glass of water in a restaurant. They are the Samuel L. Jacksons of social situations, and I am one of them.
Just kidding.
I don’t know what the opposite of Samuel L. Jackson is, but I think it’s either one of those really shivery dogs or me. Not every situation throws me for a hand-wringing, stomach-dropping loop (For example, eating Cheez-Its. I am so good at eating Cheez-Its I can’t even stand it). Unfortunately, there are some things out there that most people can handle with grace, but that reduce me to a puddle of socially-awkward goo.
Mattel’s Slime is made of people who couldn’t hack it at parties.
Listful Thinking 