Small talk,
I loathe the incessant amount of meaningless twaddle that pours on me.
But I am odd, I know it.
I observe others.
They appear to understand hidden meanings,
That must be there,
In gesture, tone of voice, stance and
Every subtle movement,
That makes up the language of the body.
I don't get it.
I hear words like 'good' and 'things' and 'nice'.
No REAL information!
"How was your journey?"
" Good!"
" That's nice."
"Yes, we managed to get things done."
" Oh good"
" Well it's been good catching up on your news. Have a nice day."
Oh yuck, get me a bucket!
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