This blog is inspired by Josh Groban. I cannot help what music this certain coffee shop wants to play. Usually they play a certain mix or playlist if you will, but this is the whooooooole (vibrato)damn cd. If this blog gets sappy at certain points, then the song must have peaked. One more thing so you can understand my context. Groban is being played really loud, not exactly what you would call background music. More like I just smelled Groban's breath music.

Enough of that...
Seriously, This lady I never met just came and sat down beside me and talked to me about God as if we had some connection. She talked for 30min. straight and said I know everytime I said anything. Read one of my previous blogs if you want to know what I think about those types of people.

Enough of that...
Can a brother blog in peace, please? 45 minutes later. Now I can't even remember what important subject I was goin to solve in my blog. Oh yeah, ME. Good thing I remembered.
I was going to blog about how much I suck at: life, parenting, God, and graphic design. Nothing new really. I have this serious problem of being unauthentic. Every time I try to do anything, I end up copying something or someone. It's easier, but things still turn out awkward. Even going against the norm, I cannot seem to find an original thought or act without knowing it is skewed by this one pastor, artist, or something my parents or friends said. I think this why I do not like small talk.

Ex. (completely hypothetical) My Dad asks me to pick up one of his friend's from the airport. Immediately that translates to me - small talk. I suck at small talk. "Hey mister, glad you made it." da da da. Every phrase from family to weather has fully developed in all of 10minutes. Seriously, everybit of 10 minutes and I have nothing else to say. This is where it gets classic: I say, "so how is your..." at this time I am all out of anything to say but I am fully committed to something. I proceed, "how is your...parents?" He then replies, "my parents died 20 some odd years ago. " I then proceed to say, "sorry bout that." Seriously though, does every conversation have to make sense?

It's sord of lonely being me, unless anyone I meet sees themselves as unique.

So, In honor of this enlightenment:
I declare this blog as my independence from small talk. I say what I want, when I want (not down playing discretion). There is no such thing as good small talk. Also, I am treating everyone as though they are an awkward unique individuals. You do not have more answers than I do, because you do not even know the question I have been compelled to ask.