Small-talk bores me. I used to think small talk had a secret rulebook that everyone had but me. You smile, you ask, you answer, you repeat. Then I feel my attention drift after a few minutes. My mind would start scanning the room looking for a deeper topic.
Ever since I can remember I have always had a desire for deeper connections. Because of my social anxiety growing up, I shied away from people, I was taught everyone judged me, so I better keep my mouth shut.
As a result I my focus has become choosing authentic deep conversations over the constant exhausting content of small talk. While I know some small talk is vital, I don’t like to just banter words back and forth and get nowhere.
From Pity to Praise 