You ever find yourself in an elevator? Or the gym changing room? And there’s that moment. That *pregnant pause*. And someone feels compelled to say something. ‘Warm enough for ya?’ Warm enough for *what*? Are we discussing climate change in a confined metal box? Or the weather outside, which we all just experienced five seconds ago? What information are we gaining here? It’s like we’ve forgotten how to just *be* without filling every available auditory space with meaningless pleasantries. It’s an unspoken social contract, I tell ya, and I’m ready to void it.
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