So where did the art of conversation go?!
In this age of technology, everybody seems to be glued to a device. And when they are not, people can’t really find anything to talk about. Monday through Friday go by in a jiffy. Wakeup, work, get to work, work, come back home, work, eat, work, watch some TV, work, maybe a few words with friends and family, work, sleep. And did I mention work?
And on the weekends, if and when we meet people, what do we talk about? Work, kids, commute hassles, insurance, mortgage rates, restaurants you’ve recently tried, the vacation you last took, Apple’s new iPhone or Samsung’s new Galaxy, maybe a little bit about the middle-east crisis or whatever is latest in the political scene, some sports, stock market, Breaking Bad (if you are still watching), weather, celebrity news and on and on. The “conversations” more or less are along these lines. I am not saying these are bad things to talk about. But are these the only things to talk about? Is that all the mental bandwidth we are left with?
It doesn’t matter if these conversations are one on one or in a group. Family or colleagues or friends. It is just the same stuff repeated over and over, in slightly different formats with slightly different opinions.
Or is it just me? Am I expecting too much? Sometimes I feel, the mundaneness and a general apathy towards the world has dulled the conversations even more. People no longer talk about their passions or feelings or thoughts. What they felt when they visited this new place. Or what did they learn. Why they thought it was a good idea to do what they did. It is all generic one-line answers, facts and opinions on things that I can’t bring myself to care about. I am guilty of doing the same or following the lead on “dull talk”. I can’t think of interesting topics anymore. And when I do, I see that the conversation isn’t sustainable for more than a few sentences. Because people are too damn busy to think about anything else other than the things that will get them through this phase of life. Then bring on the next phase and voila, you built another set of conversations that would last a decade!
And don’t get me started on the slow painful death of a good sense of humor. It is vanishing. Like thin air out of a punctured balloon. And nobody will hear its hissing, escaping sound. Because nobody is paying attention!
Even though lives are more comfortable now, abundant with luxuries and facilities, It is just getting emptier.