Last night, I noticed something. Its been weeks since I've had an enjoying conversation with someone. You know that kind of conversation where there are no purpose, topic, or complaints. Its not about work, its hardly about the concrete issues in our life, its just here and there. There were jokes and sharing of interest. We talked about my love of parenting blogs, our love for Carrie Underwood's Casanova Cowboy, the pleasure of inspiring quotes, and his tax-filing status. Its like beginning to know a person all over again. Even though you've known this person for over a year now.
Then, as I am driving to school, thinking about work, mentally mapping out my day, and thinking of all the people I have to talk to, I realize I don’t talk to people. I have not converse with someone for the enjoyment of it, where my attention is committed and vice versa. I miss small talk. I miss the ease and lack of attempt.
Small talk is what we call it. A big help it does us. Dale Carnegie is right. I just forgot the shelf his wisdom sits on sometimes.
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