I am absolutely awful at the inane erryday chatter that constitutes small talk. I just can’t do it, on the straight ‘n level at least. I mean, if the subject of discussion is inconsequential, then my rambling might as well be entertaining, ya know? Problem is, my off-kilter responses tend to confuse the general public, dead from the neck up as they tend to be. Every now and then though I do meet someone of like mind, capable of communicating in nothing but hyperbole and metaphors. In those cases we get on like a house on fire, which is an idiom I quite enjoy, perplexing as it be, which is I guess is the entire point. But the rest of the time? Well, they just sorta chuckle a little, and smile awkwardly, and I know it’s time to move on .