I hate small talk.
I wanna talk about important stuff. Shit which just might actually matter. I wanna talk about death. And life. I wanna talk about aliens and magic and vampires. And are werewolves real?I wanna talk about neutrons and protons and atoms and molecules. I wanna discuss the meaning of life and my role in this universe. I wanna talk about the faraway galaxies and the billions of stars. I wanna know what’s your poison,what music makes you wanna stand up and dance. And which songs make you wanna curl into a fatal ball and protect yourself from it all. I wanna talk about memories. I wanna know about the lies you have woven so effortlessly and your thoughts which come unbidden. Your flaws, your ticks, your happiness triggers, your favorite scents, food you love, genres you dig…I wanna know it all. I wanna know all about your childhood,you fear, insecurities. I wanna know what keeps you up at night and what you dream about when you sleep till afternoon. I wanna talk intellect. I wanna talk about something other than love and relationships. I wanna talk about something other than your latest freaking crush.
I like people who are intriguing. I like people with depth. I like people who are real. I like people who express their emotions, however twisted. I like people who talk emotions. I like people who know how to go beyond some fickle shit they had based their lives on before it all burned down around them.
I don’t wanna know what’s up. I don’t wanna pretend like I care when I don’t. I just…don’t wanna.