One time, after transferring to a different school. I was asked to stand up and introduce myself. I stood up, told them my name and proceeded to explain to the class how I don’t like small talk. I like deep philosophical insights that helps connect the world in ways never before fathomed.
For the rest of the year, nobody talked to me. Hell, one of them’s even a Philosophy professor now. He still doesn’t talk to me.
And now, a bit I call- Small Talk by Jordan Dumer;
Any of you who know me, know I’ve never been a fan of small talk.
“How’s the weather?”
“I don’t know? Are you blind? Poke your head outside and take a look”.
You always know it’s not storming because then you’d ask;
“Some weather, am I right?”
“I know, right! But, what is the purpose of life? Is it materialism and status? The slow crawl up the hierarchical pyramid? Is it a game of elitist intellectual superiority? The one with the biggest brains wins. Is it the accumulation of wisdom over a lifetime? Does it matter? Everything flows, a constant river of change. What we perceive as important is so trifling, small and petty. One punitive moment cut short. How weak are we to consider our problems as significant in this endless expanding void of infinite multiverses. What we view as important is so insignificant to the entirety of the fabric that weaves the quilt of this existence. That, these beliefs, taboos, these symbols are worthless in a world we try to damn up. We try so hard to hinder this expansion and evolution of change. 100 years from now, it will be different yet vaguely familiar. Who we are will be forever trapped within this very moment. Those ideals we try to cling to forever gone. Washed away in the sea of change. Who and what we are wrongfully interpreted from the perspective of the new environments of future generations….
Sorry, too deep? Some weather we’re having, am I right?”