Rose is Rose by Don Wimmer and Pat Brady for April 26, 2020

That’s me to a T!

That’s some sphere.

I’m grateful I had a couple of jobs when I was younger that forced me to learn how to make small talk (although I hated them at the time). I still don’t enjoy it at all, but I can at least do it.

Uh, socializing distancing, right?

The dangers of being an introvert married to an extravert.

Anybody can learn to deflect having to talk, into listening. Just say “Oh, you know, same-old-same-old. How about you? Howz the husband/wife/partner/child(ren)/pet(s)???” And prepare to listen til your talkative mate returns and rescues you.

By the way, I AM and introvert, so, it’s not one of those ridiculous “You too, can win friends and influence people” pieces of advice that are infuriating as well as demeaning.

Now you have an excuse :D No small chat in close proximity, text me!

There are people who have nothing interesting to say, so don’t say anything. And there are also people who—even after you’ve listened to them— have said nothing interesting.

Inaptitude or ineptitude?

Oh, boy! That’s me in a nutshell. Not literally, of course. Whenever there are people around my wife handles the small talk. I find a dark corner or face the wall and quietly weep until it’s time to leave. Introversion capped with reclusivity and an asocial personality structure disqualifies me as the life of the party. Add in fear of crowds.

If it’s any compensation, I love the “small talk” scene in My Fair Lady. Really. I. Do.

Is Jimbo getting in touch with his inner armadillo?!?

What’s new? Well my peaceful Sunday was suddenly interupted.

I know where he’s coming from.

Reminds of the first time I ran into one of the church ladies at the grocery store after my wife died. I couldn’t hold up my side of the conversation since I had always been a bystander.

Unfortunately, this is me. I’m better at listening than talking.