Don’t. Even. Breathe.
Low oxygen. My blood pressure is rising. OMG CAN THEY HEAR MY HEART‽
Ear against the door.
Loud phone notification goes off in my pocket.
Just imagine, being stuck in small talk for as many as 5 minutes!
I don’t want to have this conversation in any way. Why do social customs force me to endure it just because the other person feels the urge to talk?
Now I’m definitely on your side by temperament but my understanding is that they do this to try and build social bonding. (They don’t have the capacity or inclination to bond by infodumping about their special interest(s))
(They don’t have the capacity or inclination to bond by infodumping about their special interest(s))
That’s an insight I’ve missed. What a sad way to live.
I imagine it’s unwillingness to be vulnerable.
I love how all my board game playing acquaintances just risk it and tell me. Either the board game community is desperate for recruits or maybe something about my vibe sets off gamer-radar.
Stopping for 5 minutes would make me late to work.
“Sorry, I have to rush to work”
Maybe it’s just where I live… Neighbors here are friendly, but the most unrequested attention you’ll get is a quick nod or “good morning” as they go on their way. Maybe they all work so they appreciate the value of other working people’s time?
As the other reply said, 5 minutes would be insane and 100% would make me (even more) late for work.
It’s not small talk for 5 minutes. It’s “hey I gotta short question. Can you help me deorglefy the gnarflepoof I may or may not have installed on my computer or maybe my phone I can’t remember and now the power outlet won’t work anymore whenever I plug in my computer even when I register for the additional services with my ISP?”
When the neighbor looks like the one in the image, even five seconds is too much for me.
I think I’m gonna sleep with the lights on tonight.
A hot neighbour on the other hand, I’m out there like a rat up a drainpipe
They’ve gone up the ventilation shaft
Story of my life. My neighbor trashes his place in rage every couple of years, then the police comes around and say they can’t offer any medical or psychological help when I tell them he is a good guy but needs help, but yeah, when he is trashing his place I have the golf club at hand and send my fam out the door. Our front doors are two steps apart.
He is not a bad guy, just needs help he is not getting. I try to avoid anyway, got my own mental problems.
I’ve sometimes loitered in the stairwell longer than necessary when I noticed someone was about to come out but didn’t because someone else was there. A bit mean but something about the stairwell being a no-go-zone for us Finns if another person is there cracks me up.
No laundry today then.
dont stare through the blinds either. that is a glaringly obvious tactic
Don’t be a creep, with staring through the window blinds.
You would not like our grannies
Yes, they are creepy.
