Why, why did I agree to go to the small talk event? I now have a massive headache and I never get headaches.
At the beginning of the event, the invited guests had to sit on chairs with their names facing the audience. Everybody got a normal chair except for me. I got a throne. It was a huge, high affair that I had to climb on and then sit there, towering over everybody else like a sad old giraffe. The organizer really loves me, so I ended up with the throne. My feet were dangling in the air, it was so high.
Then the sociability began, and it was torture. Students who were being tested on their sociability skills clearly think that making small talk means you have to approach a person and stare at her with big, scared eyes. I ended up making 100% of the small talk, and we can all imagine the joy this caused me.
Finally, I disentangled myself from the throng of silent teenagers and went to get some food. And it was at that moment that one student decided to make small talk by saying, “I see that you really like sausage” and giving me an angry stare.
I have absolutely no idea whose brilliant decision it was to offer sociability as a college course but aside from the sausage that was quite good, this was not a raging success. Now these students are going to have a course on non-verbal communication, and I’m hoping that one will go better.

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