In any capacity, the type of bonding(s) we are able to generate makes all the difference. From atoms to people, it undoubtedly dictates its architecture, in terms of aesthetics and functionality, hence the strength and length of any relationships.
About #SmallTalk… I recently realized that I really- really – really despise it. I do tolerate a 20-80 ratio, but too much rambling usually bruises my aura and hurts my soul…
Interestingly enough, for a long time, I was unable to pinpoint the reasons why I’d find some people so enticing and others bland. For a long time, I was incapable to tangibly grasp why strong bonds [or lack thereof] were to form between me and [InsertHere] strangers/acquaintances/friends/family members/lovers. Curiosity being my middle name, (I’m an enquirer) as well as my being feisty, newness has always ignited my cravings for debates, arguments and french kissing beautiful lips. (Not necessarily in that order)
I’m passionate about *understanding processes* on how worlds revolve.
I’m passionate about voicing my he[art].
I’m passionate about deep diving.
Isn’t tasting each other souls a potent way to bond?
Isn’t experiencing different flavors an interesting way to discover the depths of our inner-selves?
How else could we, as spiritual entities, blend and connect at a deeper level if not for a genuine desire for comprehension?
Too much #SmallTalk, this tue-l’amour, this charade of word collection – is most definitely lethal to meaningful relationships.
In any capacity, the type(s) of bonding we are able to generates makes all the difference.
Maybe not for everyone… But it does, for me.
#SmallTalk
©️ Daphne Mia Essiet, 2016
French Girl in Brooklyn 