Small talk is a right pain. There is no avoidable way round it. You have to make the foundations for a proper conversation and you can't just cut the horrible questions and be yourself.Instead you have to ask about their lives. Sit there while in jokes fly over your head.These normal polite questions aren't me!I don't really need to know about your weekend, I would rather get to know you.Why can't we skip these social norms and just agree to talk properly.No one likes it. There must be another way!Just state what you intend.
Alice gripped the neck of the Mad Hatter.She hated him, she hated him.She sobbed into his purple coat, telling him she hated him.But no matter what Alice did, she could not get away from the Mad Hatter. All the roads in wonderland led to him.She stood there, tea in one hand.And sobbed and yelled more.But it didn't do anything, the more she screamed, the more she held onto the Mad Hatter.The Mad Hatter looked at her, ignoring everything she was saying.All he did was pour more tea, he continued the tea party.
I can see the cage going down again.It's moments like these I know I am supposed to be free.I just stare blankly forward as you make up some cock and ball excuse.No, you can't throw away the key.Instead of cling to your fantasies, perhaps you should realise I am not you, even if you want to channel yourself.I am me, I have always been.The sooner you can accept that.The sooner we can get on with the things that matter.And I can stop staring into space.These won't hold me forever. You can't.