The holidays are over and I started university again this week. It feels good to start this good old routine again, but it feels strange at the same time since it’s been almost three months since I didn’t have university courses. My internship was very demanding and my holidays were exactly what I needed.

I’m not a big fan of superficial conversations. You know, the conversations you sometimes have with people who seem to have forgotten they are talking to you and keep babbling about themselves and their stuff, without thinking for a second that it might not interest you or that what they say has no real importance because all they are doing is saying words and words and words to you because you happen to be around.

I do understand that some people need to vent out or just talk because they don’t get to do it at home or elsewhere, but I still find this (in my situation) quite selfish when this is overly done, day after day.

I do understand that people are different from me. I’m not a big talker to be sure, but I do enjoy some good, meaningful insights coming from thoughtful brains, appropriate questions, or any conversation that is motivated by care and the understanding that it is done between two people.

I am not sure how to handle this. I nod and make sure they know I’m listening, but at some points I’m so tired of it that I continue to read the book I was reading when they interrupted me. I don’t mean to be unrespectful, but … what do you do?

It saddens me to see so many people who have no meaningful words to utter. When I have nothing to say or nothing intelligent, I simply don’t talk and I don’t feel bad about it. It is striking to realize how many people don’t feel comfortable with silence these days.

That was my venting session. I don’t know how meaningful this is to you, I’m just sharing a frustration. I think I’ve been generally frustrated with the lack of meaningfulness in people’s lives in general (and mine included) this last month.