When mingling at a social event, and I’m stuck with distant acquaintances, people I don’t really like or complete strangers up till then, and the sense of awkwardness starts to creep in due to the silence and the drink in my hand rapidly diminishing thus rendering me without an excuse to not talk … I feel compelled to say something to make small talk.
But then, I always have this internal monologue happening:
Do you really need to know?
Do you really care?
Why do you care what he thinks of the party or the people here?
Why do you care what job he has or how much money he makes?
Do you really want to know how long he’s been with that hot girlfriend of his?
Can you learn something useful as a result of saying something?
Will your life improve?
Seriously! Do you really give a shit about who or what this person is about?
Yeah, I thought so.
“Hey, I’m going to get another drink.”
“Nice talking to you.”