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I am not great at small talk.  At some point during a town party or barbecue, I have an out-of-body experience, watching myself incredulously, feeling super-awkward in my attempts to play the suburban mom I am.  Am I pulling it off?  Do I seem to blend in?  Can people really be interested in this discussion of where to find the cheapest cold-cuts?  One part of my brain runs around screaming, “Mayday, Mayday, Mayday, small talk coming in at 3:00 o’clock!!”  The other part of my brain attempts studiously to ignore that part of me, the one that wants to laugh, make a sarcastic comment or say, “With war and hunger and literature and art to discuss, are you sure you want to continue with this story about your drapes?”

I assure you, I don’t that those things out loud.  I promise.  But, man, do I want to.  I don’t get the purpose of talking about inane, insignificant things.  I like my conversations like I like my relationships: deep and interesting.

That’s why I was so stoked to find this graphic.  Someone else feels this way too!  I feel a little less alone in the world after finding this:

deep conversation

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