Small talks are not conversations. They are tiring. They drain you. Make you not want to speak to people. Speaking is so tiring.

Why speak to others when there is nothing to be said? I hate the word boredom. It is when minds are empty, and no conversation can be made. It is when nobody wants anything out of a conversation - just the feeling of speaking to a being, not being alone.

And the obligation. To want to ease them of their boredom. Knowing you can't. Or I can't, the small talks kill me slowly.

In essence, you are just another being to fill space in their heart at that moment, but you never earn a spot in their minds.