Sometimes I get into these spells of dreary conversations. Where every time I talk to someone, I have the same conversation.
Hello, how are you?
Good, how are you?
Good. How's (sport/class/activity I have with the person)?
Oh, good. How's (only activity they know about me)?
It's good.
There's nothing really there. It's quite shallow and neither of us are learning anything from or about each other. I like knowing the deeper parts of people, that's when you start to get a grasp of just who they are and strive to be.
Needless to say, these shallow conversations are the fault of both participants, not just one. So I take full responsibility for my thin conversational spells. I think sometimes the only way to get to know someone better is for you to open yourself up to them first, to take that leap of faith.
When I finally grasp reality again and move away from mulling over my poor conversations to appreciate the best ones when they come around.
When you really know someone and have seemingly shallow conversations, is when you know that you know that person the best you can. It's almost as comforting as walking comfortably in silence with someone.
Like today for example:
When I said "I don't like my socks today, they're white." And my friend sort of chuckled and said "I know, you like your black socks with black shoes".
It's the little things, the small details, the attention to the tedious that let you know that you made the right choice of a friend. Who else would know I really don't like white socks with black shoes?
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