Musing from a contemplative mind....

You always seem to talk about everything other than what is really on
your mind. If all you talk to someone about is the weather, aren't
you saying "we don't share a common interest?" If all you talk to
someone about is "reality tv" and movies aren't you revealing the depth of
your relationship? What would happen if you just took a risk and
spoke about what was in your heart once and while? There is safety in the superfluous, but no meaning. There is discussion in the small things, but no communication. There is company in the meaningless, but no companionship.