Small talk. Why do we do it? You’re in an elevator, right? It’s two floors. Do we really need to discuss the weather? ‘Oh, it’s quite a day out.’ Yes, it is. It’s a day. Just like yesterday was a day. And tomorrow will be a day. What are we accomplishing here? We both know we’re just waiting for the doors to open. It’s like a mandatory social exercise. ‘Engage in pleasantries or risk being perceived as a psychopath.’ I just want to stand there in silence, contemplating the meaning of life, or what I’m going to have for lunch. Is that so wrong? The silence isn’t awkward, the forced conversation is.
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