I’ve noticed how trendy it is to hate small talk, but some days it’s all I crave. It’s a conversation where people think less about what they’re truly saying and most of the time I catch the most insightful remarks out of them.
Catching up with old friends outside coffee shops don’t always allow for the digging I like to do with most of my close friend’s brains, but it’s a level where important events, family updates, new hobbies are shared.
We sat at a table in the shade and I swear our most frequented topic was about the bee that was overstaying its visit with us.
But as we caught up about our relationships, the ups and the downs, the meetings and leavings, she let it slip that she thought of it all as a movie. How watching new relationships start have a popcorn-worthy excitement to it. Even if there are parts when you leave a person’s life, yet - somehow - the story still continues in spiraling and odd, but familiar ways.
The conversation soon drifted and so did our caffeine buzz.
Those small thoughts can grow and I’m taking them with me more often.
I’m taking more time to see how all of the small things play as the cause to a later and greater effect. How events and transitions correlate.
Trying to see a bigger motion picture with fewer dialogs.
I still find it odd, but sometimes less is more.