I fucking hate small talk!
It’s a shallow, soul-sucking waste of breath.
I crave conversations that rip through the surface. Give me science, the mysteries of the cosmos, the inevitability of death.
Let’s dive into sex, raw and unfiltered, the meaning of life, or the lack thereof.
I want to hear about the lies you’ve spun, the masks you wear, the flaws you hide. Spill your childhood traumas, your deepest insecurities, the fears that claw at you in the dead of night.
I’m drawn to people with jagged edges, minds twisted by experience, who speak with fire and emotion, not rehearsed pleasantries.
Anything less is just noise!