Sorry I haven't been a very dedicated blogger this week, things have been busy... I actually hate using that excuse. It's all wrapped up in my loathing for small talk, that I've mentioned once or twice before. It seems that everyone in Sydney is busy, always so busy, too busy to do anything. People always say to me: "You must be so busy." The truth is, I'm not really that busy at all. In fact, I often have days where I twiddle my thumbs and wonder what on earth I'm going to do to fill in the time. Of course, there are always lots of things I should be doing - like cleaning out the cupboard, sorting out the broken toys, gardening - but whoever wants to do those things? Certainly not me. I think generally people make their lives more complicated than they need to be or just make their lives busy so they have something to small talk about.
Another of my least favourite conversations is weather. "It's going to be a hot summer." People say this every September/October without fail.
I also love/hate the negative/positive weather convo. It goes something like this: "Goodness, this rain is getting a bit much, but we really do need it for the dams" or "This wind is just terrible, good for getting the washing dry though".
There is a little old lady I know and they only conversations we have ever had is about the weather. "Oooh it's going to be a hot one today, make sure you stay inside out of the sun" "Oooh it's very brisk out today, make sure you stay inside where it's warm". Poor love, no wonder she's a virtual shut-in, her only contact with the outside world is to get her weather report from me.
The problem for me is though, while I detest small talk, I also hate people who open up and share way too much in a first meeting. At a playgroup recently a mum told me in great detail all about her fertility problems. Waaaaay too much information for me between playdough and story time.
So what's the answer? Become a shut-in and just blog.
Have a top weekend.