Oh, I tend to multitask that alongside the small talk, and it’s very difficult to play up the interest while nitpicking the hell out of the interaction.

Plus, honestly, I’m far more interested in Real Shit™ nowadays. I don’t even have a lot of small talk subjects, I either have niche, in-depth fixations, fetishistic levels of art apreciation (and I don’t care if that sounds pretentious, it hurts to feel the need to dissect a complex song and have nobody with whom to do it), (amateur) philosophy and psychology, and - the Conversation Killer (apparently) - politics.

I don’t care what shade of blue the sky was today when you got here (***except if you’re planning on incorporating it in a painting and you want to tell me about it, I’m all ears!), or who won the local football championship, tell me how life hurt you! Show me the scars, let me see your crazy, and I’ll gladly show you mine! And then throw in some morbid yet funny jokes as a bonus!