PieFedWhat do you not like talking about?
Doesn’t have to be about over traumatic-related things, but just in general, things you don’t like talking about. Whether it’ll bum you down, distract you or vice versa.
I don’t like talking about work, my job and how the week went. All it’ll do and has done, is make me dread of upcoming work weeks even during my time off. I hate being asked the typical question “how was your day at work?” any other time. Because the answer is just going to be unsatisfying and I get annoyed even having to answer that question. It’s not that I’m hiding anything, it’s just that it’s fucking work and it is the same damn thing every night. I put up with stupid fucking people, even dumber co-workers and I work in a system that is massively ungrateful for what you do for it.
That’s all you’ll ever need to know about it, so stop trying to get me to talk about that shit.
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Can’t say.
People’s kids, especially toddlers/babies. Like, I’m so sorry but I literally could not give any less fucks. Even those I consider family, I’m like tolerant of but I don’t want to sit and have a whole ass conversation about what your kid did at daycare. Talk to me when they’re older and doing actual cool shit.
Oh god this.
I’m sure parenting a young child feels really isolating. But YOU chose to isolate yourself. I didn’t.
I think one very scary thing to admit is when a mother has this feeling towards their baby. Sometimes, the movie magic just doesn’t hit; and it feels like an annoying, parasitic burden rather than a precious living human.
But to be in any way vocal about it makes one seem like a horrible or evil mother, and could lead to intense ostracization.
As someone with a three and a half year old who goes to daycare, who sometimes does finger-painting, or sings songs, and tells stories about being pushed by this girl named Farron, all I can say is haha I fucking got you, you read about my kids day and now yours is ruined lolololol.
rekt
Even worse is a friend of mine who doesn’t even have kids but tells me all about her multiple sisters’ kids!
My problems. It’s not that I’m the strong, stoic type - because I’m not. But talking about them makes me feel sad all over again.
I don’t like talking about anything if I don’t get a reflective silence now and then. Some people just talk and talk to hear themselves talk and never take the time to let the words sink in or just plain cook before spitting them out.
am currently forced via circumstance to live with a person like this…motherfucker never shuts up or says anything of consequence.
just constant soap opera bullshit, former rich-person who probably watched too much tv growing up now down on their luck.
always going on about how X person he ran into that day was an asshole for some arbitrary social slight (when that person was probably just someone working, who wanted this talker to leave em the fuck alone)
We don’t talk about Bruno.
Silencio Bruno!
As someone who moved from the US to Canada, where I come from. I was born in a Latin American country and speak fluent Spanish so I introduce myself with that first and foremost out of spite
It is so fucking tempting to ask every single person in this thread to elaborate lol
Yeah, can you please do that? It’s too many lol
I can’t think of a subject that I categorically dislike talking about. My dislike for conversation usually has more to do with the attitudes of the people I’m having the conversations with. Conversation requires at least a minimal agreement to take what your conversational partner says into account, otherwise it’s more of a lecture. Lots of arguments are people who have already convinced themselves of their rightness lecturing at each other, and it tends to be a repetitive recycling of old points and counterpoints. Pretty boring, rhetorically.
It can be useful to deliver a lecture, especially if it’s invited. That’s basically what venting is. I grew up being taught that if I didn’t have anything constructive to say I should just keep it to myself, and that’s still a position I find myself defaulting to, but it can be helpful to try to frame the petty grievances of daily life into words, especially if you have a sympathetic and willing audience. I don’t have a specific example to share that doesn’t reveal too much about my personal life, but I’ll just say that the insights that come from venting were surprising. I think the act of putting thoughts into words can make it easier to think about those thoughts.
For example, I don’t think I’d ever considered venting as a form of verbal journaling, but that’s kind of what it is. At least, there are some interesting similarities. I don’t know if that would have occurred to me that way if I hadn’t written my thoughts on the matter out.
Any personal project I’m doing. Talking about it seems to give enough satisfaction to keep me away from continuing it later.
Trans stuff. I really have no strong opinions on gender and it doesn’t interest me in the slightest. Whenever I have discussed it when asked directly I just become aware of my own ignorance. I don’t want to upset or hurt anyone and don’t feel engaged enough to dig much beyond a basic sort of live and let live philosophy.
My work.
My job. It’s dull and I do the least amount of work possible. It makes people jealous or think I’m lazy. I just don’t care.
I kinda feel that way about like people just asking me how things are going because it feels like I have not been able to give a decent answer for long periods one of which I am in now. I will say I don’t talk much about the environment anymore simply because we are so far down the unstoppable decline and partially because the effects are hitting our present day so much that the effects are basically day to day and much of the reason things are like they are now. We are a finite snake eating its tail.
vibecoding/ai bs
I hate the word “vibecoding.”
same. maybe i should have added quotation marks lol
Oh it wasn’t aimed at you. I understand that you were using the term demonstratively.
People. I do find things like group psychology interesting but discussing individuals is mind-numbingly uninteresting. Especially celebrity gossip but political figures are a close second.
the most i bother with celebrity stuff is lamenting when another actor/actress fucks their face/body up with bad plastic surgery.
they (they being our general society/entertainment industry, which is mostly designed around exploiting insecurities it seems) got to jim carey recently…rip
Unless it’s about soulslikes, I don’t wanna talk about it.
Work. I always felt kinda bad that I had a fun job and people always wanted to hear my work stories. Then it’s their turn and they’re like I crunched some numbers and printed some papers. I couldn’t care less. There’s an imbalance there we’re I have to carry a convo and almost immediately stop caring when it’s flipped to them.
Before you ask, sports broadcasting.
I do not need to know your money situation and you do not need to know mine. You ain’t my family. Even then I don’t care. Keep that shit to yourself.
That’s none of your business.
Work or myself. The second someone tries to make a conversation about either, I just shut down and give 1 or 2 word answers. I find work incredibly boring and I don’t have anything interesting going on in my life.
You got any hobbies?
Religion, spirituality, and the afterlife. They’re all really fucking stupid made-up nonsense and are an absolute waste of time and thought. May as well try to imagine a new color.
The new color would be a more productive pursuit.
At least we do actually know that there are more colors than what we see. There is more substance to that train of that.
Myself
The past and future. The present is hit and miss.
I’m sick of listening to people complain about their lives. They hate their jobs, they hate their spouses, they hate their friends. They are unfulfilled and unhappy and IF ONLY THEY WERE RICH everything would be magically wonderful. The past few years, now everyone talks about how ’oppressed’ they are because of their identity too. I’ve met so many single women doctors who just go on for an hour about how ’oppressed’ they are because they only make $480K/yr instead of the 500K their married male colleague does… and how if only they made more they’d never have to fly coach again! Or how expensive and awful their kids private education is, or how their wife prevents them from buying that Raptor truck they really want, because some overpriced performance vehicle will magically fix their shitty lifestyle habits and social relationships…
Oh, and as a single white guy, they love to lecture me on how amazing and awesome and rich and perfect my life must be. Because apparently I have ’no responsibilities lots of free time and money and freedom and can fuck whomever i want whenever i want’. Right…
Do they ever ask me how my life is? No, of course not. I’m just a placeholder for their weird escapist fantasy they have because they hate their own lives so much. And if I start mentioning any basic facts about my life, they think I’m whining or ‘bitter’ or something because my life is and was far less privileged than theirs.
This is like 90% of my dates, and other casual social interactions with new people. 10 years ago it wasn’t like this. People used to ask me questions and interact with me… now they just lecture me about how their life is terrible and mine is better than theirs and I’m a jerk because of it. I miss talking to people about books, or movies, or hobbies.
Hence I really have stopped going out and interacting with people like I used to. At least with my existing friends I can tell them about events in my life that are good or bad without them acting like I’m an asshole. The last date I went on I told my date about the book I was reading and she looked at me like I was a jerk and then immediately started complaining about how her ex read books and was a douchebag and she doesn’t like douchy people who read a lot…
I feel like people no longer interact generally. I notice even when I’m out and hearing other people’s conversations they sort or talk at each other in quips rather than actually acknowledge or exchange anything substantial. It’s been years since I’ve had like an actual conversation with a stranger that showed genuine interest.
ime, you got to do a bit of pre-filtering for common interests and shit, before deciding to socialize with people.
to me it sounds like your going to some upper-class urban bars (or going dating events…which imo are even worse than meeting people out in the wild) and naturally run into unawares people stuck in the capitalist rat-race, who you can’t relate to. could try going to smaller punk dive bars, or some kind of themed party-type bar.
or better yet to go to some less “mainstream” hobby-event, whatever that interest might be, atleast there you will have atleast 1 guaranteed interest to relate over that isnt just complaining about how much your life sucks (which seems to be a common thing at bars)
That’s every bar. Every hobby group. There are no people here who aren’t upper class.
Technically I am upper class too. I just wasn’t born into it, so I’m not a whiny bitch about my life. I think it’s great. I don’t think my life is a tragedy because I don’t own two vacation homes and a yacht.
I hate punks. Here they are all whiny entitled rich trust fund kids who think you’re a douche for having to work a job that pays a living wage while they cosplay as poor waiting for their trust funds to mature. They also love to lecture you about anarchism and how you are oppressed because you don’t have tattoos and piercings. I also hate punk music, it’s boring and whiny.
when it comes to bars, the best ones ime only open once a week or less (especially punk live music bars). a local dive bar that only opens once or twice a month will attract different crowd than some daily bar.
far as your “demographic” goes…where are you at if you don’t mind me asking? there’s always an underbelly of working stiffs in any area, rich people don’t clean their own toilets or prepare their own food…somebody in the area has to be working to maintain/service everything
dude none of that exists where i live. there are no dive bars. sounds like you live in some rustbelt place where rent is dirt cheap.
the working stiffs don’t live here. they commute to here from 2 hours away. they can’t afford the housing prices. they also think i’m a douchebag because I can afford the housing prices and I go to fancy douche bars. the bartenders and waitstaff all commute in from places 2 hours away. my dog walker commutes in from 2 hours away, etc.
and i’m not going to move 2 hours away. I love my job and I love being 15m from my office.
chicago
i’ve been there several times. i can buy a 6000sq ft mansion there with what i pay for a 2bed 600sq condo here.
the idiot complained…
/shrug
Interactive performance art, and D&D, probably for the same reasons. It’s fine if it’s your cup of tea, but I find them to be incredibly annoying. I don’t want to participate in either of those worlds in any way. Oddly I love many videogames RPG’s and can get behind a well written play. I just find there aforementioned extremes to be entirely tedious and grating.