Art of conversation

There are different types of conversation. Verbal, Visual, Audio, Sensory.

Then there's different types of fake conversation. It's those people who just stands around, talking as if they have known each other for some time, whereas in fact they had just bumped into each other in the toilet after having declined any form of communication from the last incidental meeting. Oh, they laugh, smile, one party may place their hand on the other's shoulder, perhaps squeeze it to show a line of sympathy.

So what is the downright significance of this? Have you ever looked at the people around you, wondering what is going through their head right now? And I mean, literally, even though they may seem to be engrossed in one thing, e.g., reading, drawing, talking, listening. I am looking at these people staring at the monitor, comparing them to the batch of people in the Rowden White Library, both engrossed in mass communication. Ok, so if we really enjoy something, we go do it right? Then, we are there, not for the matter itself, but for the feeling it can evoke! Happiness, satisfaction, self pity, comfort, whatever you need for the dosage of the day. So, if we are intrigued in finding such personal feelings via the deep thoughts (expressed through fiction, biography, comics, film) of others (i.e., the composers) and we PREFER to spend our precious time that way, then under what circumstances would you like to place yourself in a place where there's a crowd of people asking how you are doing, what's been happening to your life, whereas in fact you know deep down, and you freakin' hell can see that not one of them genuinely cares for your answer, but the fact that they are physically there! So what's the point of all that? An average person living in the contemporary western world has a life span of around 80 (quite long and generous to the males). Nevertheless, that's

80years x 365days/yr = 29, 200 days of your life.

29, 200 days x 24 hours = 700, 800 hours of your life.

And to make a huge assumption that we have been sleeping for on average, 8 hours per day (but consider this standardised as when we were babies we slept so much more, which cancels out the nights awake spent partying). So. If we spend one third of our day sleeping, then that's 233, 600 hours of our life, sleeping.

Say we do small talks on an average of, minimal 2 hours per day. That's 58, 400 hours of your life, at least, entertaining tediously uninteresting people. At the same time, trying to coax that person to promote you, date you, employ you, preach you, betray you, brain-wash you, exaggerate you, flatter you, and whatever more little spices small-talk is centred around. Think about what other things you can do with 58, 400hours? I think I like more sleep.

I think I get it. Small talk is one-sided. That's hijacking the conversation!

I also have issues with waiting and travelling from A to B. To visit Viktor, Alex and I spent 6 houts travelling, 2 hours waiting and 1 hour visiting. That's a raio of 8:1. Downright skewed, if you ask me.

Oh anyway, what the heck. I'm entertaining myself here.