Without shifting my gaze my email, I politely typed
the words good morning to the flashing IM window. The person on the other end
plainly disappears. This is all we talk. All we have spoken for the last 20
days, everyday.
So, this fellow addressed me as a “cupcake”. What am
I? My hands wanted to grab and hit his head, but I smiled and responded about
his question on a university course. I know my hair is a mess but just don’t
assume its icing.
She thinks it is okay to call me ‘munchkin’. I mean, I
know I am a midget, but munchkin?
The word comedy means professional (or personal)
entertainment consisting of jokes; satire intended to make an audience
laugh. I wanted the floor below to open
up and swallow me when she commented she did a comedy show at the airport
forgetting to take her passport along .We both knew her forgetfulness resulted
in no laughter and if at all entertainment, it would have been to the ground
staff.
Then, I pray why are these usually accepted?
For years now, I have managed to convince myself the
problem lies with me. If a good chunk of the world can live and accept it, why
can’t I?
The need to make conversations and small talk is over
rated. It would be a wonderful Englishman idea to start a conversation with the
weather, and move on to a beer. However in today’s internet twined extremely
complicated life, the weather lives on a webpage and the beer is non-existent. And the highest point of itch, is when no one
cares how the weather is. The good morning, if not repeated would have gone
unnoticed.
Calling a loved one as dear is a warm and nice
feeling. Or, you can be like me and use dear for sarcasm/friendliness (only
with girls I know well. I have done the mistake of dear’ing a boy only to hear
a rattle of his feelings a week later. So, no more). But I fail to understand
since when dear replaced dude in a conversation. The most annoying part is when
someone in a group ( FB or forum) addresses only women as dear. I almost want
to scream my name out and ask the mister to call me so. If you want to call me,
by all means use my name. That’s the only reason it is for.
Call me cynical, I have no
answers for this but I now realize the problem does not lie entirely with me. I
still have to live with my gross over-expectations for a sensible conversation.
At least, a sensible salutation. Until then, let's just be friends with emoticons and smileys.
You are definitely not alone. I hate these cute yet fake pleasantries. I have a name...a good one. Is using it to refer me too much?
ReplyDeleteFor some, its too hard I guess.
DeleteTotally feel you. I hate the word "cute". Bunnies are cute. Babies are cute. Women are bloody more than that word.
ReplyDeleteCall me a rebel, instead!
Delete"The need to make conversations and small talk is over rated"" - bang on target!
ReplyDeleteI don't like it because I am bad at it :) Thanks for dropping by!
Deleteooooh hmmmm I better watch out now .. .. I do the easy thing refer to everyone by name if they are my age group.. works like a charm
ReplyDeleteBikram's
Bikram, that's always the way to go!
DeleteI thought I left a comment here :O
ReplyDeleteHehe :D Now, you did!
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