I can not do small talk.
How do people manage to lift conversations by discussing the length of time Person A dated Person B, or how long it has been since they picked dandruff off of their scalp?
How do friends manage to spend hours a day throwing gossip around the table like ping pong balls only for them to enter eardrums and leave worthless echos behind?
I want to discuss philosophies,
paradoxes, tilt perspectives and delve into motives of
people with accomplishments and
activists with a message, tear apart
stereotypes and calibrate statements that
reveal truths and deception
I want a friend that challenges my opinions,
sends me original posts of paintings that have been washed away by
appropriation and aesthetics,
watered down and over-generalized by those
“modern-life” fanatics, I want
pictures that capture
send me criminals and POW’s that
weather away on the streets with
stories to tell, even if it doesn’t end well because,
at the end of the day,
that is where all the lessons are.
My friend should not
Thank you, sir, me.
My friend should have a loud mouth that tells the
most bizarre of stories,
point to constellations and actually show me, Aries,
instead of claiming the stars determine Character Anatomy as if being born
on a specific month determines their love for certain corporate entities, and
If it does, then why?
What is the correlation between Starbucks and Zodiac signs
because I want to know.
And it is okay if you don’t because we can find the answers, instead of leaving it at a
#relatable post the Instagram algorithm derived based on the number of
#realtable posts liked in the past week.
Our conversations should connect constellations of
politics and policies that govern modern day society, our
presence should be free of social batteries, and be
run with the high of academic steroids because
that is the only way that learning is worth it.
I have a friend,
who holds the world in his palms,
shows me the curvatures of perspective,
analyzes the harshness of German sounds
teaches me that language is not as superficial as it seems, and writes
paragraphs upon paragraphs
on world wars, and
Plato’s allegories until our thumbs are
aching for our minds to stop thinking, until our
eyes dry out from all the
the knowledge we are drinking.
I have a friend,
who gave me metal and told me to bend my lock and key into shape, who
showed me how easy it is to deceive those who do not question. who
taught me that small talk is for the narrow-minded,
and for that, I am forever grateful.