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sometimes i write short stories in my tags
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》 kindness moves us forward, violence just brings up more violence 《
this is the way it had to be, leto, she thought. " a time of love and a time of grief. " she rested her hand on her abdomen, awareness focused on the embryo there. i have the atreides daughter I was ordered to produce, but the reverend mother was wrong: a daughter wouldn't have saved my leto. this child is only life reaching for the future in the midst of death.
this post made me realize it's not the small talk i hate, it's the disingenuity that makes it awkward, the forcing to say something because it's an unwritten rule of society that silence is awful (eye roll) that makes it fake and painful...
a genuine compliment in the elevator, a nice and short conversation with your neighbour who is hanging laundry on the balcony while you're running late for college, a shared laugh with the barista at your face coffee shop... all this, things i haven't understood as small talk before, are indeed a small salvation of the soul
Never understood the collective vehement resentment of small talk lol i hate the painful grind of small talk as much as the next person but i think id rather shrivel up and die than be denied nuggets of joy found in standing in an elevator and having a middle aged woman compliment my nails or bonding fleetingly with a cafegoer over the city's temperamental weather it's so integral to nurturing & cultivating the soul i think