i think i am the only person in the world who genuinely enjoys small talk. i don’t see what’s so awful about making a tiny, fleeting connection to a stranger by bonding over something easy. why are you so obsessed with cataloguing everyone’s deepest secrets? why do you think the only way to know someone is to know the darkest parts of them? it is ok not to always hold each others lives in our hands
It might interest you to know that I volunteer at a distress/suicide line and probably 50% of our callers are just people who are lonely and don’t have anyone to talk to so they *literally* call just to talk about the weather or a movie or their day or something. Like, they sit on the phone for 10 minutes and talk about something emotionally irrelevant and then they go about their day.
In training, they tell us not to dismiss those calls because they are actually really important.
so there’s that