This is what normal small talk is like:
“Nice weather we’re having.”
“Yes, but I heard there will be thunderstorms on Thursday.”
“No? Well, I knew it couldn’t stay this hot.”
And this is what small talk is like when you talk to me:
“Change either upsets me or thrills me. I cried when my childhood swing set was taken down, but have dyed my hair blue, black, blonde, and red at different times in my life.”
“But I’m not afraid of change. I’m afraid of being here, being alive, for years and years but then realizing that my life hasn’t really been worth anything.”
As you can see, I’m pretty comfortable talking about anything with anyone. (This blog is evidence of that). I wouldn’t really consider myself an open book because I’m still fairly shy, but I do let it all out there when I feel safe.
I mean, I’ve been reading my own poetry to crowds ever since I can remember. I’ve been revealing some of my innermost thoughts to a live audience for most of my adult life.
So, why shouldn’t it be any different in my everyday life?
Oh yeah. Because it 100% weirds people out.
My mom has always said that I “speak my own truth.” That is, I like to tell you what I think about something. But not in a Simon Cowell way. Just in a “and that’s my take” kind of way. And I can’t really be any different.
But like I said, people find that weird if it’s not in blog format.
But do you know what I say? I say let’s cut to the chase. Let’s be brave. And say what we really feel. Let’s tell our own truths.
So, when someone starts talking about the weather…
Don’t say “isn’t it nice out?”
Say, “isn’t the sky so blue and beautiful today?”