Wassup?

Saw a post on Facebook on Tuesday. It said:

“I hate small talk.
I wanna talk about atoms, death, aliens, sex, magic, intellect, the meaning of life, faraway galaxies, the lies you’ve told, your flaws, your favorite scents, your childhood, what keeps you up at night, your insecurity and fears.
I like people with depth, who speak with emotion, a twisted mind.
I don’t want to know “what’s up”.”

I agree. I don’t like the mindless small talk, the need to say something that lead to exchange of information we don’t really care about. I always get a little taken off guard when people say “Wassup?” or maybe more correctly “What’s up?”. I wonder what people expect from that question?

I sometimes tease people. Here are some of my responses:

” Oh… The sky of course”

” Erm…. The ceiling?” 

” AC” 

“Fan”

One time, I went

“Angels”   

We had Christmas decorations up then…. We had angels all over the ceiling of our department. If I remember right, I hung them up there. Lol…. The look of bewilderment on her face was … It was too much fun…

Well, guess what I’ll say if someone asked me that question today…

Wassup

Next time someone asks you “Wassup?”

Say “BALLOONS! ” then walk away sniggering…

Happy long weekend everyone!

Balloons! Balloons! wooooo…….