Hate Boring Casual Conversation?

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I was at a party a couple weeks ago with some of my best friends from school…problem is they are all boring as fuck lately…they kept talking about kids and jobs and I tried to steer the conversation to whose wife you’d most like to bang…I was polite about it and I’ve known these guys for 20+ years so it’s not like I was talking to a bunch of strangers…

Luckily I met this woman that She Say and I started chatting up and she was really fun to talk to…she told us her husband was from England and they met in Hong Kong so I asked her how she liked being a mail order bride and she played along and we had a zany time while my dumbass friends were talking about mortgages.

Anyway…most places I go people talk about the most boring shit…anyone else hate this? What do you do to talk about zany stuff? Do people tend to hate you because you ‘act like a jerk’ in their opinions rather than get in the box and talk about kids, work, blah, blah, blah?

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You are spiritually bankrupt.

Just kidding. I feel you. No one ever wants to talk with me about weird shit like the children I keep chained up in my bomb shelter or the best combination of spices when eating aborted fetuses. People just don’t like zany shit.

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Hang out with more ‘zany’ people?

My twist on a normal conversation:

OK, so I’m in a restaurant last week with a colleague on a business trip. Waitress is nice, jovial, and a pre-med student at a local university.

The floor manager, an attractive young woman comes over and asks us about our server. We say she’s great, and the manager agrees and goes on to say how she’s pre-med and wants to go into neurology or family practice-- but she adds “… but I keep trying to get her to do, you know, women’s stuff…” – implying gynocology, etc.

So I says, “Women’s stuff? Like ‘iron my shirts’?”

All conversation ended as she walked away immediately. Waitress thought it was funny anyway…

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This is why drinking is so prevalent in college… because without all that drinking, you wouldn’t have those stories about drunk hook-ups, awesome parties, etc. to talk about when you’re sober.

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I hate boring talk. And I hate being perched together with boring people.
But, guess what?

What’s boring is pretty much down to individual perception.

And: you don’t have to put up with it. Just do your thing. Sometimes that encourages people you’ve marked as boring to shed their conformist coats, sometimes it doesn’t change shit.

Boring conversations with boring co-workers, every day
=> Eat with other people, at least don’t eat with your boring co-workers on a daily basis.

Boring talk at parties?
=> Try to spice things up. If it ain’t working, leave. But don’t forget to make a mess before you do, so you had your fun, at least :wink:

Depending on where I am and if I don’t give a shit on boring people’s opinions about me, I’m quite provocative. Something I have down pat pretty well is to appear a racist, sexist pig of a guy, taking a massive shizzer on PC.

But, then again, not always. It depends on who I’m with at the locale in question. Say, I’m with a good friend or even with my SO at some boring ass christmas party at her work.
If I know from the get-go that I’ll be having boring conversations at such events, I’ll try not to attend. My SO understands that.

Once, I went to that feminist gathering and listened to talks about…feminsim. Or pseudo-feminism, as it turned out. Someone I hold in pretty high regard asked me to come and listen to that shit. After a while, I sat myself apart from her and started to voice my opinions about those cowardly females trying to usurp power from males with the aim of keeping their tame men as slaves (I mean, please: if a woman wants to be deep-throated and the guy loves doing her the favor, it doesn’t mean he’s not respecting her). Even the combined forces of those parole-cackling hags didn’t stand a chance against my machismo. Good times!

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[quote]FattyFat wrote:
I hate boring talk. And I hate being perched together with boring people.
But, guess what?

What’s boring is pretty much down to individual perception.

And: you don’t have to put up with it. Just do your thing. Sometimes that encourages people you’ve marked as boring to shed their conformist coats, sometimes it doesn’t change shit.

Boring conversations with boring co-workers, every day
=> Eat with other people, at least don’t eat with your boring co-workers on a daily basis.

Boring talk at parties?
=> Try to spice things up. If it ain’t working, leave. But don’t forget to make a mess before you do, so you had your fun, at least :wink:

Depending on where I am and if I don’t give a shit on boring people’s opinions about me, I’m quite provocative. Something I have down pat pretty well is to appear a racist, sexist pig of a guy, taking a massive shizzer on PC.

But, then again, not always. It depends on who I’m with at the locale in question. Say, I’m with a good friend or even with my SO at some boring ass christmas party at her work.
If I know from the get-go that I’ll be having boring conversations at such events, I’ll try not to attend. My SO understands that.

Once, I went to that feminist gathering and listened to talks about…feminsim. Or pseudo-feminism, as it turned out. Someone I hold in pretty high regard asked me to come and listen to that shit. After a while, I sat myself apart from her and started to voice my opinions about those cowardly females trying to usurp power from males with the aim of keeping their tame men as slaves (I mean, please: if a woman wants to be deep-throated and the guy loves doing her the favor, it doesn’t mean he’s not respecting her). Even the combined forces of those parole-cackling hags didn’t stand a chance against my machismo. Good times!

[/quote]
I award you 1 internets sir.

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My frigging GOD how I can relate to this!

Have a group of friends that I’ve known for years. A pretty eclectic group, I’d say. Great, great guys. 5 years ago we’d talk about ideas, travel, goals, fucked-up stories, etc. There was never a dull conversation.

I came back from Japan for a visit and we had a reunion. I realized some time had passed and I allowed for some “mellowing-out”, but expected some interesting conversation about, well, ideas, travel, goals and fucked-up stories.

Some excerpts:

Guy 1: We got granite countertops for our kitchen. Acid-etched finish. Really adds to the flow of the kitchen!
Guy 2: Not to mention the added equity when you sell in 5 years!

Guy 1: Deck or patio…deck or patio…just can’t decide.
Guy 2: Your lot is kind of elevated, so the patio will provide more privacy than a deck
Guy 1: True, but I want something wooden in my backyard. I like wood.

Guy 1: That’s a total tax write-off!! Get your boss to fill out the T2D1 (??) form, document that you use the basement exclusively for work purposes, have your employer verify it and you’re all done.
Guy 2: Tax write-off…music to my ears!

The conversation grew more and more banal as the hours progressed. The basic theme…everybody had put their goals and plans on the backburner for the sake of stability, low mortgage rates and fucking granite countertops!

I’m not saying you should be doing crazy shit into your 30’s (although it works for me), but growing older shouldn’t mean growing more boring.

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Just do this next time

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[quote]JLu wrote:

[quote]FattyFat wrote:
I hate boring talk. And I hate being perched together with boring people.
But, guess what?

What’s boring is pretty much down to individual perception.

And: you don’t have to put up with it. Just do your thing. Sometimes that encourages people you’ve marked as boring to shed their conformist coats, sometimes it doesn’t change shit.

Boring conversations with boring co-workers, every day
=> Eat with other people, at least don’t eat with your boring co-workers on a daily basis.

Boring talk at parties?
=> Try to spice things up. If it ain’t working, leave. But don’t forget to make a mess before you do, so you had your fun, at least :wink:

Depending on where I am and if I don’t give a shit on boring people’s opinions about me, I’m quite provocative. Something I have down pat pretty well is to appear a racist, sexist pig of a guy, taking a massive shizzer on PC.

But, then again, not always. It depends on who I’m with at the locale in question. Say, I’m with a good friend or even with my SO at some boring ass christmas party at her work.
If I know from the get-go that I’ll be having boring conversations at such events, I’ll try not to attend. My SO understands that.

Once, I went to that feminist gathering and listened to talks about…feminsim. Or pseudo-feminism, as it turned out. Someone I hold in pretty high regard asked me to come and listen to that shit. After a while, I sat myself apart from her and started to voice my opinions about those cowardly females trying to usurp power from males with the aim of keeping their tame men as slaves (I mean, please: if a woman wants to be deep-throated and the guy loves doing her the favor, it doesn’t mean he’s not respecting her). Even the combined forces of those parole-cackling hags didn’t stand a chance against my machismo. Good times!

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I award you 1 internets sir.[/quote]

I agree with what Fatty said, but I found this comment pretty funny for some reason.

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[quote]SteelyD wrote:
Hang out with more ‘zany’ people?

My twist on a normal conversation:

OK, so I’m in a restaurant last week with a colleague on a business trip. Waitress is nice, jovial, and a pre-med student at a local university.

The floor manager, an attractive young woman comes over and asks us about our server. We say she’s great, and the manager agrees and goes on to say how she’s pre-med and wants to go into neurology or family practice-- but she adds “… but I keep trying to get her to do, you know, women’s stuff…” – implying gynocology, etc.

So I says, “Women’s stuff? Like ‘iron my shirts’?”

All conversation ended as she walked away immediately. Waitress thought it was funny anyway…

[/quote]

hahahahahaha bake me a pie!

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Over the summer a friend had a party at his house. The party was billed as a “party for the people” and the theme was that NO children were to be present. Great idea, except that every person we talked to insisted on talking about their kids. It was really annoying after a while. It’s like they became parents and all other life ceases to exist.

After a while the host offers us something a bit stronger than beer (read: pot and 'shrooms). Suite!! As the night goes on it becomes abundantly apparent that we have picked up a stalker. This guy will not shut up and is talking to us about the most uncomfortable topics like how his wife left him because he wasn’t emotionally mature enough. Problems seeing his kids. Real personal stuff that you don’t talk about at a party with people you just met.

We kept trying to get away but he continues to find us. As time goes on the idea of moving becomes less and less appealing so we choose a comfy seat by the fire. We are more than happy to sit around and talk about 1) how high we are 2)baseball 3)anything that does not require any sort of short term memory as we seem to have lost ours.

This dude finds us and launches in to this story about his ex in-laws doberman. He then shocks us all when he informs us that he “knows for a fact that people actually bred this dog to have certain characteristics”. I know, I was amazed to find out that there are not packs of wild dobermans wandering the Savannah. That is the type of stuff they don’t tell you about in school.

As none of our previous attempts to get him to shut up have worked my bf tries the blunt approach and straight up says we do not want to talk to him anymore and would very much like it if he shut up. The guy saw this as an invitation to launch into a story about how said doberman attacked his daughter and half ripped her face off.

Under normal circumstances this would have just been uncomfortable to listen to. However, the effects of the 'shrooms have begun and I suddenly begin laughing uncontrollably. I don’t know whether it was the absurdity of the story or the fact that we just told him that we do not want him to talk anymore and he decides to stick around and discuss this particular matter.

At this point the bf just gets up and walks away and I am trying like hell to pull myself together. Despite my incredibly rude behavior and the fact I am laughing right in his face, the guy presses on with his story. Finally, in frustration I scream “I am too fucking high to listen to you talk anymore and am going to walk away now. Please do not follow me”. That was the last I saw of him (at least that I can remember) and the rest of the night was rather enjoyable.

crazy.

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Most people are boring as fuck.

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[quote]SmilingPolitely wrote:
Finally, in frustration I scream “I am too fucking high to listen to you talk anymore and am going to walk away now. Please do not follow me”. That was the last I saw of him (at least that I can remember) and the rest of the night was rather enjoyable.

crazy.[/quote]

Classic. I wish I was a hot chick so I could get away with this!

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I don’t do casual conversation. Never. If someone tries that with me I just stay quiet.

That’s why 95% of people I meet think that I’m
a)Deaf
b)Retarded in some way
c)A future school shooter

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The worst is when someone you just met asks, “so…what do you do?” I always make up something and see how they reply…lately I’ve been telling people I own an undergarment manufacturing company…it’s a good way to see if the person you’re talking to is a dope or possibly okay…if they’re a dope I tend to steer the conversation to music…ask them what they’re top 10 favorite songs are…this scares a lot of people…

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[quote]Tikotiko wrote:
I don’t do casual conversation. Never. If someone tries that with me I just stay quiet.

That’s why 95% of people I meet think that I’m
a)Deaf
b)Retarded in some way
c)A future school shooter[/quote]

Casual conversation isn’t the same as boring conversation.
You might be missing out, dude.

How do you approach a female that you’ve taken a fancy to?
Approach #1: “I’d like you to be the mother of our children.”
Approach #2: sniff her derriere
Approach #3: knock 'er out, throw her over your shoulder, run to your cave

Or actually by…gasps…small talk?
“Nice pecs, bitch. Fancy a ride on my ramrod?”

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[quote]FattyFat wrote:

Casual conversation isn’t the same as boring conversation.
You might be missing out, dude.

How do you approach a female that you’ve taken a fancy to?
Approach #1: “I’d like you to be the mother of our children.”
Approach #2: sniff her derriere
Approach #3: knock 'er out, throw her over your shoulder, run to your cave

Or actually by…gasps…small talk?
“Nice pecs, bitch. Fancy a ride on my ramrod?”

[/quote]

I just use taser.

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[quote]SmilingPolitely wrote:
Over the summer a friend had a party at his house. The party was billed as a “party for the people” and the theme was that NO children were to be present. Great idea, except that every person we talked to insisted on talking about their kids. It was really annoying after a while. It’s like they became parents and all other life ceases to exist.

After a while the host offers us something a bit stronger than beer (read: pot and 'shrooms). Suite!! As the night goes on it becomes abundantly apparent that we have picked up a stalker. This guy will not shut up and is talking to us about the most uncomfortable topics like how his wife left him because he wasn’t emotionally mature enough. Problems seeing his kids. Real personal stuff that you don’t talk about at a party with people you just met.

We kept trying to get away but he continues to find us. As time goes on the idea of moving becomes less and less appealing so we choose a comfy seat by the fire. We are more than happy to sit around and talk about 1) how high we are 2)baseball 3)anything that does not require any sort of short term memory as we seem to have lost ours.

This dude finds us and launches in to this story about his ex in-laws doberman. He then shocks us all when he informs us that he “knows for a fact that people actually bred this dog to have certain characteristics”. I know, I was amazed to find out that there are not packs of wild dobermans wandering the Savannah. That is the type of stuff they don’t tell you about in school.

As none of our previous attempts to get him to shut up have worked my bf tries the blunt approach and straight up says we do not want to talk to him anymore and would very much like it if he shut up. The guy saw this as an invitation to launch into a story about how said doberman attacked his daughter and half ripped her face off.

Under normal circumstances this would have just been uncomfortable to listen to. However, the effects of the 'shrooms have begun and I suddenly begin laughing uncontrollably. I don’t know whether it was the absurdity of the story or the fact that we just told him that we do not want him to talk anymore and he decides to stick around and discuss this particular matter.

At this point the bf just gets up and walks away and I am trying like hell to pull myself together. Despite my incredibly rude behavior and the fact I am laughing right in his face, the guy presses on with his story. Finally, in frustration I scream “I am too fucking high to listen to you talk anymore and am going to walk away now. Please do not follow me”. That was the last I saw of him (at least that I can remember) and the rest of the night was rather enjoyable.

crazy.[/quote]

haha! Its pretty much a given that you shouldn’t talk about negative things when you’re that high, or in most cases, not talk at all.

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dread it. we are having our company christmas party next week, i dont plan on driving an hour there and an hour back for some free dinner. plus im the youngest person in the company by about 13 years… everyones talking about kids and business.

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[quote]SmilingPolitely wrote:
Over the summer a friend had a party at his house. The party was billed as a “party for the people” and the theme was that NO children were to be present. Great idea, except that every person we talked to insisted on talking about their kids. It was really annoying after a while. It’s like they became parents and all other life ceases to exist.

After a while the host offers us something a bit stronger than beer (read: pot and 'shrooms). Suite!! As the night goes on it becomes abundantly apparent that we have picked up a stalker. This guy will not shut up and is talking to us about the most uncomfortable topics like how his wife left him because he wasn’t emotionally mature enough. Problems seeing his kids. Real personal stuff that you don’t talk about at a party with people you just met.

We kept trying to get away but he continues to find us. As time goes on the idea of moving becomes less and less appealing so we choose a comfy seat by the fire. We are more than happy to sit around and talk about 1) how high we are 2)baseball 3)anything that does not require any sort of short term memory as we seem to have lost ours.

This dude finds us and launches in to this story about his ex in-laws doberman. He then shocks us all when he informs us that he “knows for a fact that people actually bred this dog to have certain characteristics”. I know, I was amazed to find out that there are not packs of wild dobermans wandering the Savannah. That is the type of stuff they don’t tell you about in school.

As none of our previous attempts to get him to shut up have worked my bf tries the blunt approach and straight up says we do not want to talk to him anymore and would very much like it if he shut up. The guy saw this as an invitation to launch into a story about how said doberman attacked his daughter and half ripped her face off.

Under normal circumstances this would have just been uncomfortable to listen to. However, the effects of the 'shrooms have begun and I suddenly begin laughing uncontrollably. I don’t know whether it was the absurdity of the story or the fact that we just told him that we do not want him to talk anymore and he decides to stick around and discuss this particular matter.

At this point the bf just gets up and walks away and I am trying like hell to pull myself together. Despite my incredibly rude behavior and the fact I am laughing right in his face, the guy presses on with his story. Finally, in frustration I scream “I am too fucking high to listen to you talk anymore and am going to walk away now. Please do not follow me”. That was the last I saw of him (at least that I can remember) and the rest of the night was rather enjoyable.

crazy.[/quote]
Nice avatar.