Now, I'm pretty sure I haven't talked about this before, but I really hate small talk. (It's really weird I haven't talked about this before, considering how long this website's been alive). Small talk sucks for me because there's that time limit on how long you'll talk, and how you generally talk about things you only have a fleeting interest in.

You say: "So, how've you been?"
You're really thinking: "Holy crap, what the hell is this girl's name again?"

You say: "And the job? How's that treating you these days?"
You're really thinking: "Good god, what the hell does he do again? Something with numbers, and possibly a computer. Oooh. Maybe he only works with the top row on a keyboard! That's gotta be it! Wow, top row number guy. That's a lotta schoolin' right there."

You say: "Good to hear!"
You're really thinking: "WHY WON'T THIS MICROWAVE MICRO WAVES FASTER? Please Michelina, Goddess of Frozen Dinners, save me from this verbal torture."

That said, nothing makes me more uncomfortable than prefacing this entire conversation with a hug. Granted, hugs aren't very common in the arena of white collar-dom, but for some reason, outside of work it's all gung-ho. People that know me, know not to hug me. It's not that I shun basic human contact, it's just that I, well, shun basic human contact. Unless it's naked basic human contact, of course. Which, well, isn't that basic when you think about it.

Anyway, I had a point, and an ending, but I forgot it because of my freaking meetings that get sprinkled throughout the day. I need to start writing at night again...