Conversation
Let me state a fact for you:
Girls can talk.
In massive quantities.
About absolutely nothing.
And we enjoy it.
Another fact:
Guys NOT SO MUCH.
This is not to say that guys don't talk. I happen to know many guys who talk just fine, and who are capable of talking in mass quantities. But this is not really the norm.
I was again reminded of this today during a convesation with a guy who works in my Sunday School class. He mentioned that his roomate and he were talking about a college guy who had called his roomie because he was in his small group. The guy in question spent a good quantity of time keeping the roomie on the phone talking about absolutely nothing. The roomie then remarked to the guy I was talking to that this poor boy was not a man at all if he could talk for that long on absolutely nothing.
So today I ask you for conversation. Blogs have a tendency to create a writer/reader mentality. You come, you read, and if you are so inclined you comment. Instead I suggest you question, you comment, you spark conversation and let's see what happens. So feel free to ask a question, to make a statement that will garner responses, or if you must to just linger and watch the conversation pass you by.
posted by Katie @ 5:02 PM
31 Comments:
Okay, I'll start: "Hi Katie! How was your weekend?" mmmhmmm. No response. Okay! Well, I'll keep going then.
So I've been feeling SO lazy today because I got up at 5:30 this morning (after staying up waaaaay too late last night watching the Gospel Music Awards) to be to church by 7:15 to sing praise & worship all morning. It was a good morning, really! It was! I'm just really tired now. So I decided to sit on my bum all afternoon in between services, and I watched almost all of "Rush Hour", then took a nap. Then I put in "The Wedding Planner" ('I only eat the brown ones, cause chocolate's already brown'), took another nap, and now I'm talking with you.... or... AT... you.
Ummm... alright! Well, I think I've just clearly demostrated Katie's point!
We women can TRULY babble on and on about absolutely NOTHING.
So! How was your weekend Katie?
Umm..ok let's see how original or whatever I can be with a question...or maybe something I normally wouldn't ask, or think of asking. Oh I know, I'll ask something that will require such a funny answer that milk will come out of your nose when you are drinking it while reading the answer....or what about a question that just makes you think...
Hmmmm what to ask, what to ask...ok, here's a question...what do you all think about the rise of the Hamas (sp)leadership in Palestine and how do you think it will affect the world or at least Isreal? (I read that a past leader who's now dead once said that that organization plans to wipe out Israel)
How's that for a question?
Ok, let's see:
I recently re-posted from my original blog a piece I wrote on the absurdity that is the theory of evolution. {Feel free to read it and leave a comment over there...}
What are your opinions on that?
Do you think evolution is a bunch of nonsense, like I do?
If you are a Christian and believe in evolution, how do you correlate that with the creation account in Genesis 1-3, where in the original Hebrew, a day is clearly one 24 hour period?
Ok lots of rambling for a guy, but clearly not about nothing....
Green... that's a great question. I would ask, though, before getting outside the Bible to coordinate evolution with Genesis 1 - how do you coordinate the creation account Genesis 1 with the creation account of Genesis 2?
(stirring up the pot)
I just talked to you last night.
ok, that's a lot of conversation to be had:
Stephanie: I had a good weekend, fun times with friends, watched some good movies, one not so good one, and relaxed a bit
Shelley: I will say I am not an expert on foreign affairs. Democrary does give the freedom for not the "right" candidate to win but the one the people give a voice to. I do think this will create a new dynamic in the middle east and we will watch it play out on the international sceen.
Green: I'll make my response simple, I believe in creation because I believe in God and that what He says is what He does. Do I feel the need to disprove it? Not really, because just because I prove creation doesn't mean that I will prove God to those same people.
Tony: So you just stir the pot and run. I see how it is.
C-Rev: are you trying to disprove the fact about guys that I presented?
What is it with guys, anyway? It's like pulling teeth to get them to ask you how your day was, or if you'd run across anything interesting. The ones that are different are gems...and as rare as hen's teeth.
The funny thing about starting a topic in someone else's blog is that if it's of enough interest to me, it'll be in my OWN blog. For instance, today I'm really cracking on our local Public Defender's office (for good reason). I come to YOUR blog to get a peek inside your head, and then share my thoughts on it. ;o)
oh well Saur, peeking inside my head can be dangerous to your mental well being, what would you like to know?
Yeah, I think I proved you right.
KrisT - greatest accomplishment? Hmmm, that is a hard question. I don't feel like I have accomplished a whole lot in my life up to now, in fact I hope that my greatest accomplishment is forthcoming. I'm going to have to think of this one and come back.
KrisT: So far, my greatest accomplishement is - transitioning out of my old life: quitting smoking, partying, and...stuff... and coming into the light, under the umbrella of God's grace and mercy - and staying here. It's only through Him that I was able to accomplish these things, and my hope is that in the future He will enable me to accomplish great and mighty things in my personal and professional life, as well as in my ministries, so that I might help to further the kingdom in all that I do.
(I hope that didn't come across as cheesy, it's just really what I feel in my heart.)
I am not a "typical" girl, in that I can go a VERY long time w/o any conversation at all. I have no min. amt. of words, and I am most comfortable with all things quiet. So poor Brian has to drag things out of me. He's always got plenty of things to say. Much Ado About Nothing as you WELL know.
What's up, everybody?
Katie, guess what I did this weekend? "I had a good weekend, fun times with friends, watched some good movies, one not so good one, and relaxed a bit." Yep, exact same thing. Weird.
I'm coming to Texas in a few weeks. What part of Texas are you in? I'll be in Houston, Junction, and San Antonio!
oh Kristi I'm up in the Dallas region, so a bit north of where you will be. What calls you to our grand state?
I'm making some long-overdue visits to family members and friends!!
I was just in the Dallas region in late October though. I loved it. (I had a friend getting married.) I was in the Decatur area, and then went up north to the McKinney area...
Kristi, you were in my neck of the woods then.
My best friend is moving to Decatur in the fall, so I'm sure I will be visiting again =)
I can talk, boy can I ever talk. However, I think I break the stereotypes all across the board. I am a walking contradiction.
What I do think is interesting is how we, human beings, like to spend so much time analyzing the opposite sex. Most of the time this analyzation comes from those of us that are single. However, I think that once people are married they continue their analysis because human beings are complex and sometimes we haven't even figured ourselves out.
I know myself I have been going through some self-evaluation lately and I realize that I am very complex and I thought I was pretty simple. It vexes me a bit.
Anyway, I have 8 blogs and so it is quite obvious that I am a talker. My dad is a talker too. I think men are talkers if you are taling about what they are interested in. Football, food, girls - we can be quite chatty - but I do agree on one thing, I don't like to talk on the phone - especially about nothing. I call for a reason, not just to talk, I never call just to talk.
Does anyone else have a problem chewing gum? Because I do. I chew, like, a pack a day or something ridiculous, which wouldn't be a problem if I could somehow manage to not swallow it all of the time.
Back when I was little, I wouldn't allow myself to chew gum because I knew that I had a problem "swallowing" it. I was afraid that it would really get stuck on my ribs and that it would stay there for seven years. This bothered me to no end, so I decided that I would just swear off gum until I could figure out a way to chew it without swallowing it.
Anyway, the whole not chewing thing really worked out for me when I was seven or eight. Well, that is until I found out in science class one day that gum travels through the digestive system just like anything else you swallow. This, of course, was a great relief, because it meant that my ribs weren't covered in the stuff.
So, I started chewing again, and I still chew to this day. I like to chew, but I rarely (if ever) manage to not swallow the stuff. Case in point: I’ve swallowed three pieces of gum this afternoon alone. It just happens - one second I am chewing away and the next it is gone (tragic, I know).
Plus, my gum habit is getting a little expensive.
I'm a little worried, though, that my science teacher might have been wrong about the whole thing (like maybe he was just mistaken and gum really does get stuck to your ribs if you swallow it). Sometimes I imagine what my ribs must look like (assuming that gum really does get stuck there for seven years) and I always envision this jar that my 2nd grade art teacher had in her classroom. See, gum was forbidden in class, so every time she caught someone chewing it, she made them spit it out into this jar. At first, it wasn't that gross, but as the year went on more and more gum went into the jar. By the end of the year, the jar was full of all of these multicolor gum balls and they were all floating in a yellowish pool of thick salvia. I gag just thinking about it. If we were misbehaving in class, the art teacher would threaten us by saying things like, “if you don’t behave I’ll make you drink some of the spit in the jar.” We would all get quiet immediately – even the boys – because just looking at the jar made us all want to vomit. It was just pure nastiness.
Anyway, I'm pretty sure that if gum doesn’t go through me like everything else that I eat, that my ribs - by now - must look like all of that gum did in that jar: a bunch of multicolored wads completely covering every nanometer of ribcage inside of my chest. Whenever I have a cough and my chest rattles - I picture the gum on my ribs and decide that it is the gum (not the phlegm) that is causing the rattle. Then, I promise myself – once again - that I'll learn to not swallow my gum anymore, but - of course - I still do.
Too bad there is not a “Gum Chewers Anonymous”, because I could use the support. I’ve identified the issue and accepted (and admitted) that it is a problem, but I have no idea where to go from here.
That reminds me of that song from Evita. You know, the one that goes, “Where do we go from here? This isn’t where we intended to be. We had it all. You believed in me. I believed in you…” I always liked that song. One time in high school we went to the movies to see Evita (starring Madonna). I went to this boarding school in Maryland, and the movie theater closest to the school was deemed to be unsafe (apparently). So, in order to see Evita, we had to travel to Pennsylvania. It was a miserable bus ride and when we finally got there it was this dirty, sketchy little theater in the middle of nowhere. When the lights went out, you could hear and feel the mice running around. It was horrible, but the chaperones made us stay and watch the entire movie (since they had gone to all of the trouble to bus the group of us all the way up to this particular theater).
Anyway, I always think of that song whenever someone says, “Where do we go from here?”
That song also reminds me of the time I got lost on a bike path and had to be picked up at some random guys house. We were completely lost, and had no idea where we were going. I had been walking with this friend of mine for hours and it was starting to get dark. This was before cell phones and all, so we decided that we’d knock on the first house that we saw from the bike path. Well, we didn’t see a house for over an hour, and when we finally found one, it was nothing more than a shack by the side of the road. I was pretty sure that we had stumped into one of those horror movies by accident, but the girl I was with decided that we had to knock to see if the people living there had a phone that we could use to call for help.
So, she knocks on the door and this BIG guy answers holding an axe. I was like, “Oh, no. We’re dead,” but my friend wasn’t fazed and asked if we could use his phone. He ended up being very friendly and brought us his portable (there was NO way I was going inside his house to use the phone – especially with him holding that axe).
Anyway, my friend’s mother came and picked us up 45 minutes later. We had managed to walk over 20 miles in the wrong direction. I’m still not completely sure how we managed to get lost on a bike path in the first place, but whatever.
Okay, that’s it for me. I hope this “conversation” adds to the overall “conversation”. I can talk and/or write about nothing for hours. It’s a talent.
Anyway, work is finally over! Yey!
tony: It's all part of the same story, Genesis 1 and 2. Don't stir the pot too fast or you may spill some.
Katie: I also believe in the creation account. And I know that I can't "prove" creation to those who don't believe. What I try to do is get people to realize that evolution is just not scientifically feasible, which then (hopefully) will get them to "consider" the creation story as Biblically presented. Then we go from there.
I can talk as much as the next person, trust me on that one, but having to deal with people on a day to day basis, sometimes I just want a little quiet.
:)
This is what I did when I saw Deals's comment pop up in my email and I had to SCROLL my email to read it all. The small things in life, that is really what it is all about, and this is one of those small things that brings me an inexpicable amount of joy.
and then after I smiled I read the comment and I dry heaved for about five minutes at the mention of a gum gar filled with yellow saliva like liquid, and then I dry heaved some more because you said that your teacher would threaten to make you drink it (just dry heaved at this moment)
and then I laughed at the axe man story because it reminded me of the hatchet man story (which I must share come time)
too bad there wasn't anything to cry about because deals you would have taken me through the wheel of emotions and that would be an achievment
so C-Rev, you commented THREE times on here, more than anyone other than me but alas you only confirmed that guys like short snipets of conversation (as backed up by Eddo). I'm assuming there is a bunch in that cubehead of yours so maybe you're just storing it all up for one big explosion of conversation
Yey! I'm glad you liked my ramble. I like to ramble because...well...rambling is fun. Plus, it's funny how - once you get started - it is so easy to just keep typing. I love how memory is all tied together like that...one memory just leads to another memory and so on and so forth.
And, really, those little stories about nothing are really what make us...well...us.
Anyway, thanks Katie. That was fun! :D
Yep, that's about right.
Deals is a GREAT storyteller. Please keep up the good work.
Although I was almost dry heaving too.
Katie, for one thing, who is the person to the right of you in your pic? ;o)
Saur, it is none other than Jes of Just Say Jes in her official clandestine ALIAS spywear at a Halloween party
I don't stir the pot and run - I bounce... like a cheap pinball game.
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