small talk

Conversations are tricky – some like them; some don’t. They live, usually in corridors, living rooms, kitchens, streetcars, cafes – yes, where don’t they live? There are sincere conversations, but they are encouraged rarely and don’t live long – usually one night, like some light-winged butterflies, and only come out when accompanied by nice hors d’oeuvres and equally nice drinks.

Let’s talk about small talk, because they usually are annoying, empty, and not very sophisticated. Small talks sometimes don’t know for what purpose they exist and tend to die prematurely, because a life without purpose is an unpleasant experience indeed. Did you ever try such? Try, you will see.

But if you were born, it doesn’t matter whether you have purpose in life or not. It doesn’t matter whether you enjoy this life, or not quite. You have to live, eat, drink, make love and keep your mouth shut. This is a basic law of nature. If you’re alive, be happy, and don’t complain. If you die, you may complain, but no one is sure whether it will be possible. So people complain while they are alive. Other people don’t want to hear complaints, and therefore have created one of the greatest creations of all time: Small Talk – the most vague and useless creature on Earth. It teaches you how to talk and not share thoughts, information, or feelings of any kind.

<…> Small talks are like viruses that reproduce themselves, maliciously using our heads as their hosts. After invasion by small talk, one’s head drains ‘til it’s all empty as an empty pan, and emptiness is little step toward the nonexistence we can call the disturbing and unpleasant word death.

Source: Bruce Krieger “Lilli-Bunny and the secret of a happy life”