We all love to have good conversations, don’t we? But how many of them do we have, compared to the pointless, ordinary ones? Not a lot, not even enough. And maybe it’s because we don’t try. It’s much easier to talk about the football game last weekend, or how cold it’s been lately. But who wants to talk about their discontent with life, and how getting out of bed seems harder and harder each and every day that passes? The fact is, we are a lot more comfortable when we’re surrounded by bullshit. We even hope for people to not tell us the truth. When we ask someone how they are, or what’s up, we don’t want them to waste our precious time saying that they haven’t talked to their parents in years. We expect to hear that they’re fine, we expect the bullshit. Because if there’s something wrong with them, there might be something wrong with us. But of course, we don’t have (or we don’t want to have) time for that.