Monday, 30 May 2005
Conversational Black Hole
I went out last night, tired of being cooped up in the house in some vague act of mourning for Marie's absence. And any way I smelt of sweat and stale body spray so I needed a reason to shower and get the hell out.
So I met up with mates from school at the Castle pub just round the corner from my gaff and had a few jars of ale. I was in the midst of the a chat with the lovely Gemma when I did something that I rarely do, I entered a conversational black hole, a cul-de-sac of of confabulation, a nightmare of vocalised thoughts.
Now I pride myself on my ability to chat shit, to talk endlessly without making a single social faux-pas, it's one of my gifts and makes up for how much I sweat but on this one occasion it all went wrong. It was like watching a car crash, I had a near-death experience as I babbled on to Gemma and I saw myself making an ass of myself.
I won't go into details here, it won't make sense out of context but needless to say that the direction my oration took me was so vacuous, posturing and barren that I blush to think of it.
It was that bad I nearly had a panic attack.