Monday, September 1

I'm anti-small-talk.

It's this little thing that accompanies new situations, new places, and thousands of new people. & to be quite honest, I don't like it, and this weekend has consisted of far too much of it. 
Preliminary questions are essential in getting to know people, their name and maybe where they're from, but I can't do the polite awkward chit-chat that tends to follow. About majors and the weather..
It's like everyone is trying so hard for friendships. 

///The roommate I had over the summer and how we'd both share with each other the funny things that we read as we scrolled through Facebook, insta, or twitter at the end of the night. It was a window into each other's lives, leading to conversations about people and families and relationships, and that's what bonded us.

///The counselor who I sat next to one day at check in. Commentary is natural when you're observing hundreds of teenagers as you hand them a water bottle. & when you're running on little sleep, doing something as boring as handing out waterbottles, it's ineviteable for inside jokes to form, and end up laughing the entire time. & that's where our friendship began.

///& the girl we randomly ran into at the bookstore. I knew her brother, and she needed fellow freshman to hang out with for the night. Between an awkward orientation show, the pep rally, and spontaneously hiking a mountain, she appeared to be more similar to me than anyone I've ever met & I've never hit a friendship off with anyone that quickly.



Real friendships just happen.. they rarely come from the awkward introductions at freshman dorm socials, or forced get to know you's... & I suppose that's why for the most part I haven't bothered, sure I'll introduce myself when I'm in a group.. but the second you have to mention the weather or ask about my major, it's apparent there is no connection. 

& that's the first thing college taught me.

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