Occasionally when I scramble around town, I bump into acquaintances. Usually I will pretend I don’t see them, hurry off in the other direction or give a quick smile of acknowledgement. Sometimes I can’t escape small talk and I hate it. A typical conversation goes something like this:
Them: How have you been? (They don’t really care.)
Me: Okay thanks, how about you? ( It’s going okay so far.)
Them: Yeah, good. So are you working? (Why is this any of their business?)
Me: Uh, no, not at the moment. (It’s been a very long “moment”.)
Them: Oh, okay. *awkwardness*.
Me: Well, I have to get going [back to my non-existent job].
Them: Okay, bye! (Both parties walk away, relieved to escape the awkwardness.)
For some reason today, I happened to mention that I went to the beach yesterday. I was actually impressed with myself that I was able to bring something different to the conversation so I announced it quite proudly and then rehearsed in my head how the rest of the conversation might go. I thought that perhaps it would be something about the weather or talking about some of the beautiful beaches we have here but instead I was asked a poorly phrased question.
“So, did you have anyone to go to the beach with?”
Did I have anyone? Does my tendency to isolate show that much?
Maybe they were trying to ask, “So, who did you go to the beach with?” or “So, did you go to the beach with anyone?” and maybe they jumbled up the words. Maybe…
Asking if I had anyone to go to the beach with makes it seem like I spent the morning calling people, trying to convince them to join me. BE MY FRIEND!!!
I’ll stick with a casual smile or a muttered hello from now on.