The Utter Uselessness of Absurd SmalltalkA Story by Isabel25“How are you?” , they ask. “Pleasant weather isn’t it?”, they exclaim. “How do you do?”, they
enquire. What
is the right way to answer these questions? As a child I was taught to tell the
truth always. Then when did I learn to lie? Donning masks day after day, afraid
to untie their strings even at nights. “I am good”, I say, making sure that my
smile reaches my eyes. “I am fine.”, I type with shaky fingertips and bloodshot
eyes, when text messages approach me for the sake of unknown, un-figured reasons
to keep contacts alive. “Oh, such a beautiful day!”, I agree, without batting an
eyelid. “How do you do?”, I chime back, recalling childhood etiquette lessons. Was
there ever another way of answering them? “I
cried myself to sleep last night.” “I thought of cutting myself again for the
hundredth time five minutes ago.” “I
have been depressed for the past six years.” “I
am done trying, I give up. I am going to swallow a bottle of pills today.” “I
don’t give a s**t about the weather. You can get hit by the Tsunami for all I
care.” “How
does it matter to you anyway?!” Oh,
how I wish I could say all this and so much more. Maybe I am scared that no one
would ever notice. Maybe I am too comfortable with my pseudo well-being. Maybe
this is just convenient. Why
do people ask questions if they don’t need answers? Why do they talk but
never bother to listen? And when did I become one of them, finding refuge in
the utter uselessness of absurd small talk? When
did I grow up and lose my way? © 2015 Isabel25Author's Note
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14 Reviews Added on April 14, 2015 Last Updated on April 14, 2015 AuthorIsabel25Bangalore, Karnataka, IndiaAboutA lover of English literature. I prefer writing to talking. I am an instructional designer, and I freelance on weekends. I love tragedy and satire. Most of my works are from the slice-of-life genre.. more..Writing
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