By far, the most boring topic of conversation is something that you know nothing about and have no interest in learning about. On many occasions this happens when men are talking to each other in my presence about Baseball (players, batting averages, earned run averages, contracts, injuries, who's hot, who's not), any Other Sport, politics (who's running, campaigns, who supports what bills, clearly I have no insight into the topics of conversation involving politics, which reiterates my point), or gear, mainly music gear like, guitar pedals, certain years and makes of guitars, amplifiers, etc. These are the sort of conversations during which I will find myself daydreaming about Ron and Hermione and if I were Hermione would I loose my virginity to Ron Weasley or Victor Krum.
Here are two other topics of conversation that are boring even when a GIRL is trying to TELL you: bands that you have never heard of, have no interest in hearing, and have no point of relation to (you don't know their label, their singer's old band, or the band they are most often compared to) and very long and convoluted dreams. "You were there, but you weren't really you, because you had eight legs. And I was me, but I was a thousand years old, looking down on you like I was God. I knew that I was a thousand years old because in a dream, you just know."
It's for this reason, I am very hesitant to share my dreams with anyone, because people love to talk about dreams, but it's not a very engaging topic. When I do share my dreams, usually I tell Laura, and I'll forget the next day, then six months later she'll reference my dream which I've already forgotten. The dream I had Saturday night however, is worth sharing. In this dream I received the best gifts I had ever received in my life (I just knew.) They were: a small container of twenty one-inch buttons that were hand made specifically for me, a mixtape, and a bright blue jumper, like a parachuter would wear, and two sky-diving gift certificates. Isn't that totally weird and great?
Here are two other topics of conversation that are boring even when a GIRL is trying to TELL you: bands that you have never heard of, have no interest in hearing, and have no point of relation to (you don't know their label, their singer's old band, or the band they are most often compared to) and very long and convoluted dreams. "You were there, but you weren't really you, because you had eight legs. And I was me, but I was a thousand years old, looking down on you like I was God. I knew that I was a thousand years old because in a dream, you just know."
It's for this reason, I am very hesitant to share my dreams with anyone, because people love to talk about dreams, but it's not a very engaging topic. When I do share my dreams, usually I tell Laura, and I'll forget the next day, then six months later she'll reference my dream which I've already forgotten. The dream I had Saturday night however, is worth sharing. In this dream I received the best gifts I had ever received in my life (I just knew.) They were: a small container of twenty one-inch buttons that were hand made specifically for me, a mixtape, and a bright blue jumper, like a parachuter would wear, and two sky-diving gift certificates. Isn't that totally weird and great?
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My best friend, Kirsten, has 2 older sisters who, as you can imagine, have given her a lot of advice, which she always relays to me, usually after the opportunity for me to use it. One of those tidbits that I have heard many times is, "There is nothing more uninteresting than listening to someone else's dream."
But I have to disagree. There is nothing more uninteresting than listening to someone else's dream in great great detail. Get to the facts!
Would you skydive? I would NEVER NEVER EVER.
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