You know what else doesn't gain you friends?
Not knowing what to talk about.
And it's not that you aren't an intelligent person and have nothing interesting to say- it's that you can't discern wether that person is able to maintain a thought provoking conversation.
And, when you find yourself with this person that you've known either for years or for minutes; unable to think of one thing to talk about other than last night's news -
You begin to wonder;
What did we use to talk about?
You run a list through your head...
You think- nothing
Then you wonder if you've been talking and obtaining nothing- no knowledge-these past 18 years....
(Damn, what a waste)
You wonder;
whats worth talking about at all?
Hell, whats talking worth?
And you, being the good little "misery chick" you're supposed to be, automatically think - nothing
With your back pressed against the seat, you slouch and slide so that your knees touch the dashboard, realizing what you're doing at the moment is just as pointless as everything else you've done or are about to do.
Then you find yourself wondering- if everything is so meaningless-
Why don't I just run myself off a cliff?
Of course, you don't.
Instead, you find yourself wondering what keeps you from letting go of the wheel.
The point of the story- was pointless.
..::averylongexasperatedsigh::..
Oh well...
Not knowing what to talk about.
And it's not that you aren't an intelligent person and have nothing interesting to say- it's that you can't discern wether that person is able to maintain a thought provoking conversation.
And, when you find yourself with this person that you've known either for years or for minutes; unable to think of one thing to talk about other than last night's news -
You begin to wonder;
What did we use to talk about?
You run a list through your head...
You think- nothing
Then you wonder if you've been talking and obtaining nothing- no knowledge-these past 18 years....
(Damn, what a waste)
You wonder;
whats worth talking about at all?
Hell, whats talking worth?
And you, being the good little "misery chick" you're supposed to be, automatically think - nothing
With your back pressed against the seat, you slouch and slide so that your knees touch the dashboard, realizing what you're doing at the moment is just as pointless as everything else you've done or are about to do.
Then you find yourself wondering- if everything is so meaningless-
Why don't I just run myself off a cliff?
Of course, you don't.
Instead, you find yourself wondering what keeps you from letting go of the wheel.
The point of the story- was pointless.
..::averylongexasperatedsigh::..
Oh well...

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If you lived in town, we'd have lunch or something. I'm sure we could find something to talk about. Well, at least something that's not nothing.