I’m having one of those days where all I want to do is write but I can’t think of a single thing to write about. Not a single thing. Even all the conversations I’ve had today have been incredibly mundane, like when I was telling my roommate all about what kinds of juices I like. In case you’re interested, I really like grapefruit juice. And cranberry juice is good too, but not the kind that is full of added sugar, that’s too sweet for me.
I actually think about these things quite frequently. Not juice. The mundane. I always find it entertaining to eavesdrop on people’s conversations in public only to discover that they aren’t talking about anything important or interesting at all. And I’m pretty sure most of what people overhear me saying isn’t very interesting either. People, in general, spend an awful lot of time talking without communicating anything of consequence. I suppose it’s nice for us to connect with each other, just for the sake of connecting.
April 20, 2008 at 8:52 pm |
They’re communicating social structure. You were reinforcing a particular kind of relationship with your roommate. And now I’m reinforcing a particular kind of relationship with you.