I crave it.
It's my verbal drug of choice.
Just something about the spoken exchange of thoughts, opinions and feelings that guarantees a lift in in my spirit! A spring in my step! A song in my heart!
Never been to Ireland nor kissed the Blarney Stone, which, legend has it, gives one the gift of gab. But goodness knows, I love to talk. On the phone. At the table. At my desk. In the grocery aisle. On the street corner.
I yearn to socialize, schmooze, chat and, if necessary, am not opposed to a little tete-a-tete now and then.
Lately, it seems, I've found myself caught up in a type of convo known as crossfire -- a lively and heated interchange of ideas and opinions -- on Facebook regarding the upcoming presidential election. Yikes.
(All in good fun, Mittens, all in good fun.)
For me, it's all about the connection. Making it memorable. Seizing the moment at hand, touching the heart of another person through words, sentences, exclamations, declarations.
They say that conversation is feminine, while debate is masculine. Which may explain to some degree the occasional breakdown in communication in a male-female relationship. But lucky the woman who finds herself in the company of an ardent male conversationalist!
Worst conversation? The dangling conversation...but a great song by the same name by Simon and Garfunkel.
Now, for some folks, the art of conversation is a lost art, a neglected pleasure. But never fear, the Internet is full of suggested questions, i.e. conversation starters, to assist you. So next time you are at a loss for words as you are trying to get to know someone, try a couple of these questions on for size:
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