2007.11.26 grumble grumble

How's married life treating me?

No, I've got a better question for you: how do some people fail to think of any other thing to say to me? I guess it's better than pretending to believe that they're interested, again, in my car to a degree that they must spontaneously ask me about it. I keep looking around for the gun pointed at our heads, forcing us to have the same conversation yet again.

It's probably my innate loathing of small talk contributing to the problem. But, really, the random acquaintance or co-worker has most likely tried this exact same conversation before, and after the third time or so I get insulting. It's painfully predictable; attempt to chit-chat with Clayton on inane topic, Clayton gets mean. If there isn't anything to discuss that's interesting, let's just not. OK?

It suddenly occurred to me how Chuck Palaniuk came up with the idea for Fight Club while working here.