You know this thing that gets you when you drunk a bit more or when you feel too trapped in a boring conversation?
When you want to make a super interesting/intellectual discussion but no one feels like it?
Imagine being out with a group of friends, among who there is a very interesting and finally not stupid, immature guy. At first you sit at your corner, trying to play it too mysterious but as the night goes by and the glasses in front of you are multiplying, you start gabbling without an end.
And that is when it happens. At first you talk about art, movements and how Cold War influenced the rise of Arts in America.
But suddenly, it strikes you. You have never talked about politics with this guy. So then you start. And you start talking more and more and more….At first everyone joins the conversation but at some point you find yourself disagreeing,with yourself of course, and everyone else starring at you with the most stupid look you have ever seen. Unfortunately, he has the stupidest of all. And you know that he is not an idiot, but you are kind of disappointed that he is bored when talking about such subjects.
And OK, I know that it was not the right place or time to do such a talk but f*ck, what do people talk about???
Surely I seemed like the worst freak ever and every sensation was lost immediately. He started smoking too much and then asked for the check and then I again roosted in my corner and stopped talking. What can I do… a possible hookup flies away together with my fancy political ideas.
I could say that the clever, independent woman went into the “black lists: TOO-CLEVER GIRLS or TOO CHATTERBOX GIRLS”.
I think that is fine with me, if excluding the fact that I lost a very good potential one night (or more) stand.
I will never understand why politics make the guys run away, (sometimes my friends too). Is it too hard to follow or too troubling to think about? I am sure I’ll never understand.
Certainly I will never do it again. I must say I prefer being the antisocial kind of girl rather than having such embarrassing looks in front of me.
But…maybe we should all rethink for once how we spend our Saturday nights or even Sunday afternoons. (Just to raise -unsuccessfully- some questions).
Zik
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