ihavebeenfloated

I find myself becoming increasingly annoyed by the conversations people have when I hang out with them. This happens at least once a day. I’m sitting somewhere with someone or a group of people and lips start flapping and I just think, “Man, I’d really rather be anywhere but here right now.”

When I was hanging out with Amanda the other night she started talking some depressive nonsense about her formerly shit life, or at least I think that’s what she was saying, because the second I caught on to the fact that this was a topic with no solution, I tuned it out and started saying, “I don’t care. No, really, I don’t care.” I really don’t care. Whatever blah blah you’re going to rant about, if it’s in the past, or imaginary, then I don’t want to hear about it.

Last night Kristie and John started going on about aliens and UFOs the minute I got in the door and the conversation went on all night while I sat there feeling uncomfortably bored. Eventually I just zoned out to the point where I lost my entire personality and turned into a worthless shell of a person, uttering affirmatives and negatives when questions were passed my way.

My problem is this: why talk about things we can’t change or fix? There’s a big difference between saying, “This shit thing happened to me a while back,” and “This shit thing happened to me a while back, it’s fucked with me this way, and I think, in order to fix it, I should…” It’s a very fine line between pointless blithering and constructive conversation. I find that the majority of people just pointlessly blither just to entertain themselves with their own thoughts.

Aliens and UFOs: what’s the fucking point? Have you ever seen an alien? No? Then shut the fuck up. That’s my opinion. When I hear someone start going on about how there are supposedly aliens that secrete shit through their skin, my mind just turns off completely. What are you saying? Are you really talking about imaginary creatures from space? Do you understand the sheer weight of the probability against the existence of aliens? Do you just not care, if you do? Furthermore, what’s the point of discussing it?

Alien conversations always revolve around two distinct topics: either we are going to be fucking eradicated by evil aliens, or saved by peaceful aliens. Hey, here’s a hint, neither is going to happen. Ever. Aliens are not a problem with a solution. Aliens are a pointless conversation topic that can go around in circles because, in all honesty, your twisted imagination is the only limit, and oftentimes there is no limit to that. You can have creepy Signs-like aliens, you can have lizard aliens, you can have multi-dimension beings that are humans from the eighth dimension. But you will never, ever, ever, see an actual alien.

So, your boyfriend beat you back in high school. That’s great. That’s just sad, I don’t want to hear about that. I don’t care about your father, or your mother, or the awful things they did to you when they joined forces. All that shit does is depress me, and the last thing I need on my shoulders is your fucking sob story. I don’t care if I love you, if I’m your friend, if I want to fuck you, the last thing I want to hear about is your shit life.

Do you have a problem in the here and now? Have you some mental quirk you want to expose to me? Do you need some sort of advice? Is there a current event happening that you think it’d be fun to share our opinions on? Let’s talk about that shit, lets talk about things that are important, things that change us and expose who we are. Admittedly, that rape from three years back does explain a lot about your current demeanor, but I don’t need the whole story about how you felt at the time. Tell me how you feel about it now, tell me how you’re recovering from it, and do it without any rehashed platitudes.

Conversations are two way streets. You swerve into my lane and hit me head-on with some sort of show stopper and I wont have anything to say in response. Rant off.