Thursday, July 23, 2009


“I’m good, you?” I recite to the bike courier
as he opens his mouth to ask how I am.

I used to think small talk was inhuman,
meaningless pre-constructed conversation
that impeded any genuine connection.
Now, often foggy and broken, I find myself
disturbingly grateful for the template words
that let my brain sit in coveted idleness
for longer and longer intervals.


Dorkmaster Flek said...

I hate small talk too, but I just don't like most people. :P

Mary said...

oh my god... i'm SO bad sometimes. like people ask "hey, what's up?" and i'll say "good, how are you?". we're totally on auto pilot with our small talk. it's embarassing and annoying.

Alex James said...

See, I don't do small-talk. Even if it means I have to do the High Fidelity "top 5" thing, I won't discuss the weather. I'm just not interested in minutiae. I want to know people.