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@nostalgicyearning
i’ve warmed up significantly towards the concept of small talk ever since i learned that its sole purpose is to make friendly noises.
as long as you smile and nod, people are satisfied. it’s just to show that you are nice and there with good intentions. we’re small in a big world and have to rely on other people to be decent to us. so we do our little human dance to each other to say, “i’m not here to hurt you. here’s something we have in common, like the weather or sports or itchy sweaters, so we both know we’re on the same team. we both agree on a basic fact, like that it is rainy or that being itchy is uncomfortable, and this proves we can get along. i’m being light-hearted and non-threatening right now.”
small talk isn’t to get to know a person. it’s just a greeting to affirm you’re buddies in the universe.
i am motivated by wanting the other person to know i am friendly, so i have gotten pretty decent at small talk when i used to hate it.
WHIMSICAL MUGS ♡
“[…] You’ve kissed my hair to wake me. I dreamed you were a poem, I say, a poem I wanted to show someone … and I laugh and fall dreaming again of the desire to show you to everyone I love, to move openly together in the pull of gravity, which is not simple, which carries the feathered grass a long way down the upbreathing air.”
— Adrienne Rich, from “Twenty-One Love Poems; Poem II,“ in The Dream of a Common Language: Poems 1974-1977
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by Alexander Zharnikov
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My future partner doesn’t even know their future girlfriend is eating dry cereal with chopsticks rn
I wish Choo Young-Woo would happen to me
Jason Shinder, “Coda,” in The Art of Losing: Poems of Grief and Healing
after a year of no contact with my ex who I love(d) so dearly I am able to really see with clarity that they loved me the best they could. Even though their actions deeply hurt me, I can see now through my hurt, that your childhood really will haunt you forever if you don't take care of that little kid in you. I can have have compassion for them and myself while also being grateful to not have to take on that task for the both of us anymore.