This is literally how my conversation goes with some people at work, on every day of the week.
Monday : Hi, thanks, doing good. So tired, ugh, I need a longer weekend. Hate Mondays.
Tuesday : How are you? Happy Tuesday. Ugh, its going to be a long week.
Wednesday : Hi, I am good too, thanks. Made it half way. Almost there.
Thursday : Ya, I am good. How are you? Well, another day to go. Happy Thursday.
Friday : Yeah, I am good. Its Friday. Happy Friday! Weekend plans? Catching up on sleep.
It’s like a countdown. Every single week. Specially with people who I am not particularly great friends with, but we get along. Haha. If we are stuck together for long, we will talk about weather like rest of Californians do. If there is more time, they will invariably ask me about when I am going next to India.
I need more topics. Or a watch to make me invisible.
I am not a small talk person. I get awkward. You can literally hear the crickets go off in my head when there is a pause in conversation with someone new I meet. I am not the life of a party. I am more of the well dressed, hair and makeup done kind of dark cloud who will stand in the corner of a room or find a chair to plop down with one friend, if this is an unknown person’s party. Oh! The kitchen! Yes, I am also the person who will linger in the kitchen, eyeing food or eating it the whole time. The days when I used to not drink on Saturdays? Talking or even the thought of hanging out with certain people used to be so excruciating. There are people with who if I have to be, I definitely need to be atleast 2 drinks down. Compulsory! Then I will start dancing with my shoes off and that’s another story.
As a matter of fact, don’t ever ask me so what’s up or what’s new, specially if you don’t know me too well. It is a VERY loaded question. There is this colleague of mine who says “Hi PB, so what’s new?” There are so many things I want to tell him but I check myself and give the worst response. Ever. “Nothing much.” Meh.
Remember these conversations with some people?
Me : Hi!
Person 2 : Hi!
Me: So what’s up?
Person 2 : Nothing much. You tell.
Me : Nothing much.
Person 2 : Hmm.
Me : Ok, good talking to you! Bye!
I want to usually tell everyone everything about me. It has put me in spots where I end up looking like a ditzy, silly girl. While camping in Zion, I ended up telling DD and Ted about some hidden dams and waterfalls in Lonavala that I had discovered with some friends **cough, and some boyfriends, cough** and I haven’t heard the end of it from Ted now. He keeps laughing at me. Hmmpphh. Now, why would I say such things right away? Your guess is as good as mine. I suffer from the classic word-diarrhea syndrome.
But I want to know things. I am a curious cat. I think that’s what led me to blogs as well. I want to know everything about people. What they feel, what they think, what goes on behind that curiously sweet smile that makes their eyes crinkle. I want to know what they are thinking when they take a pause and shake their head at me. I want to find out how they feel when I do something. I want to know what is their view on movies, Narendra Modi, traveling, the car they like, the scent that turns them on, their favorite color, everything! Give me mental stimulation and give me fluff. I will gladly accept both.
For the future special someone, a little hint : If you want to win my heart, be ready to talk!