Hello people who actually read my blog!
I don’t know about you but have you ever realized that people talk to you just so that they can gloat about whatever has happened to them recently? AND! They don’t even care what you have to say! It usually starts with something like: “Hey… uh… uh… so what’s… up?”
And so the conversation progresses. You answer with something that’s deep and meaningful to what’s actually happening in your life at the moment and no matter what you say the other person (who mind you: actually started this conversation!) does not care at all and shows it profoundly.
Their face tightens and so do their fists waiting for any pause you give them to start an entirely new topic of their own. It begins, about 30 seconds after they ask you, with short onomatopoeic utterances like: “eh! uhmm! bu-! humph! heah!” And when you finally give them that short millisecond of silence their reaction is more than likely always the same.
“So my grandma just died and the funeral is this Tuesday.”
“Aw, yeah, that’s great. But is it better than this? …”
OK so maybe they’d actually pay a little attention to what you’re saying, but not always. We have all been in that situation as both people and of course, our reaction is bias towards whomever we are. Whenever I’m the person with something to say I cannot wait until the person actually stops, the entire time I’m thinking: OK, stop. Stop. She stopping? Is that a pause? Damn it, what she say? Something about someone with the details about said someone. Crap, her grandmother died? Now I can’t say anything, how am I supposed to transition from death to the awesome concert I went to? Stupid people, don’t you get it by now: I just want to talk about me when I approach you this way!!! And I don’t only get mad at them but at myself because now I can’t say what I wanted to say and it’s aggravating.
This situation, however, does not only arise in this circumstance. Like today, for example. I was talking to a friend and asked her how everything was going (genuinely) and she began to get into a very detailed conversation about her family and her current situation. Mind you, I don’t not care about her, I really do and it makes me sad and I sympathize (and sometimes even empathized) but honestly: on the ride home, I cannot get into this huge “deep” conversation. When we only have 5 minutes and I ask how everything’s going, tell me you’re fine and move on! I can’t have a beast of a conversation now. Besides, how am I supposed to get into fluffy, nothing about anything stories that’s going on in my life? Greedy people.
On an entirely different note, AnInnO (twitter.com/AnInno) sent me a picture which I thought was quite hilarious! It was about a racist crayon… and then I searched like a mad person throughout my entire email inbox and could not find it at all. It was a sad 20 minutes. However if I ever find it, I would love to share it!
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