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I hate small talk
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I hate when strangers approach my children it the supermarkets and try to have a conversation with them, and get all weird when my kids wont answer them. Im all like "Hey, I taught my kids not to talk to strangers, they dont care if you love thier bright blue eyes, they wont tell you if they got them from daddy, now Fuck Off before I ram you in the friggen ankle with my cart, you Fucking Simpleton!"
lol i love small talk... when they come close to you you can say some really crazy shit... they say: ufff is a horrible day and and I say: I was born with out a shit-hole. the look on their faces... priceless... =)
If I ever go back to NY, (which is doubtful, because it was the worst year of my life!) we so have to hang out Alfonso...my favorite thing to do is laugh my ass off, and I would for sure if you walked around saying random shit like that to strangers!
Wait, that is if you're a grown up... Ah hell, even if you aren't keep your sense of humor cause you will be a grown up by the time I drag my happy ass back to that State!
Gasp! Holy shit, this thread is about me. I swear to god, I cannot stop myself from talking to strangers. And every last one of them HATES IT! My father used to do that when I was growing up, and I was absolutely mortified every time--and now I've become him. It's horrible, but my mouth just flies open with no regard for the decency of leaving people the hell alone. I am glad to hear about Alfonso's techniques though. If I can't stop myself from being a complete ass, I'd at least liked to be armed with some decent defensive moves against people without shitholes.
I do it too Amanda. The problem is that I'm constantly looking around, and I'm big on eye contact (I'm told uncomfortably so). Once I make eye contact with a stranger, I feel obligated to say whatever pops into my head because I don't want them to feel like I was staring or checking them out. So see, I make small talk to make them more comfortable because in my mind, even though I know people don't like that, it's better than the alternative of them just thinking I'm a freak. I would never interrupt someone who was actively engaged in another activity (i.e. a conversation with someone else or reading a book) though.
I do the opposite. I'm always ready to help somebody by carrying a package, or holding a door, or carrying a stroller up the stairs from the subway. (It's my way of hedging my bets. If I'm wrong, and there is an afterlife, and in that afterlife you are judged, and that judgment is based on kindnesses, etc.)But then these people think I want to hear from them. So I grunt, mostly.
Howard... i said small talk anybody that ask for my help gets it =) (and thats a lot of ppl -it sux to be tall-)
My mother always talks to everyone in every line she's ever been in, and my grandmother before her. Un-like Amanda I don't follow in their proverbial footsteps...hell no! I used to get so damn embarrassed, especially as a teenager. I will help, give up my seat, give directions, answer questions. If they talk to me, I will be as polite as possible. But, I DO NOT TALK TO STRANGERS (except on-line:).
My mother makes a point of slipping jesus into every check-out counter conversation she has. At these moments I study the tabloids with feigned fascination and turn beet red. If her victim is particularly young and obviously not religious, I apologize for her behind her back as we leave. Sometimes she tells old women they look like her mother when they don't. Often she hints at complete strangers about her family's alcoholism. I try not to go out in public with her.
Holy Hell, I thought mine was bad...you're building character lad, lots and lots of character!
Since I do talk to strangers, I don't hold that against others, unless they feel like they have to talk to me about their political or religious beliefs. But I HATE the strangers who feel compelled to touch me. Seriously!?! It's nice for you that I look like your daughter/sister/favorite cousin/grade-school teacher (a disadvantage to being fairly non-descript in appearance), but that doesn't mean that you have any business giving me a one-armed hug or for gooodness sake, patting my head... Ick.
About 12 years ago, I had an old man with a flaky face invade my personal space while standing in line at the Food Lion. He kept leaning down into my face, looking straight into my eyes, all the while his face skin kept falling onto me. It was by far the most disgusting thing that has ever happened, and I STILL refuse to shop at that Food Lion.
I once had an old man say to me, "You look like my daughter. Do you want to make some money?"Creeeeeepy!
It wasn't in a Food Lion though.
Ew, ew, ew! Michelle, have you recovered? I kind of feel the need to go home and take a Lifetime Movie Shower now. ICK!!!!!!
Speaking of lifetime movie showershttp://youtube.com/watch?v=57ta7mkgrO...
***Warning***IRREVERANCE***Warning***
It happened when I was around 20 years old, so I am over it now, but that was one of the creepier things I have experienced.This goes against the spirit of the group, but I love that Kermit cover of 'Hurt.'
the fact that i can converse instantly (essentially) with people who spell shop with two 'p's and an 'e', and spell theater with the 'r' before the 'e' reminds me that the internet is the greatest invention of all time!
Seth... if you actually did what you said on that firts one you are my new hero =)ps: keep in mind that my hero before your was Dick Cheney...
I hate people who do nothing but talk about the weather. They tell me what the prognosticators say like it is written in gold. I would like to be a metorologist so I can get big bucks for being wrong 85% of the time. Anyway, I digress. I just find it humorous that they believe these idiots. Let them prognosticate all they want. When I lived in the Chicago area, they predicted partly cloudy, and we got 26" of snow that day. What boneheads.
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I hate that.
Leave me alone, let me read my book, NO do not ask me what it is about, you're not going to read it anyway...
Man, this hating stuff is exhausting.
calm blue ocean, calm blue ocean, calm blue ocean