When It's Heavily Centralised Whom I Can Have Small Talk With, Avoiding Small Talk is NOT a Personality Issue

The Love Of Neighbor In A Fallen World | GK Chesterton
Return To Tradition | 5 Jan. 2025
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EPNaY-cWXXM

Chesterton may have a point about small talk.

This doesn't mean that everyone who refuses small talk is necessarily bad on Chesterton's views. There is such a thing as having too little sleep and there is such a thing as having a sore throat, and there is such a thing as not sharing the language if both are immigrants in Paris and there is such a thing as having already talked and knowing the other guys if for instance pro-abortion or likes to guide the conversation, which former he may politely avoid (which indicates small talk may remain small talk) and which latter is perhaps slightly bothersome if you have a sore throat and he asks you to answer things.

P L U S in the neighbourhood where I am, L O T S have gone way beyond small talk already, they have poked into my life, they have asked me if I'm really well, they have implied asking when I am going to get a work. I work more than full time as a writer. My word count, first 15 days of December as per what I published was 3774 per day, with a doldrum Dec. 11 to 15. I was down to 1883 per day those days (that's included in the 15 day average), and that's below Stephen King (2000) but still above Neil Gaiman (1500), and their word counts are pre-publication, much of those words are then scrapped.

When people who see I'm homeless are so eager to see if I establish common humanity with other homeless, it kind of suggests some of them are less eager to establish themselves a common humanity with me being homeless. While I do share a problem with the homeless, I do not share a solution with them, except that of dying in the streets, because every solution one envisages is blocked. For some of the others it's having a good social assistant. For some of the others it's going through a specific night shelter that could work as a halfway house. For me it's getting a publishing house, and the most realistic option is a) not a big one, perhaps not even a small Catholic one, b) not one I start myself, as homelessness is not ideal for stocking books and Amazon publishing is not reliable (betrayed Pope Michael I big time, with his republication of 9 condemnations by Popes of Heliocentrism), but instead c) one that some person not yet having started his carreer (or possibly having done so but having time and money for an extra carreer) starts, and perhaps in reference to my own production.

Sir, we two do have things in common beyond our common humanity. As in both being Catholics, both counting Pius XI as a clear successor of Peter, both being internet content providers. Plus, some periods when you have had children as yet small, you have probably been as overworked as the neighbourhood is keeping me since Maundy Thursday last year. Moving away is not a clear option, as I have a place to stock my thing which makes it easier to access internet in libraries and cybers. To some people, part of whom may be nominal Catholics, but who are as alien to the spirit of Christmas as the psychiatrist Taleb (Abdelmohsen, I think) who drove over people at a Christmas market in Magdeburg, that in itself is a disreputable excess and a reason to harrass me. Some of them may have reproached me over my internet acquaintances for not doing small talk. And some others may have tried to pair me off with another immigrant (but not the same country) who is also homeless (so, if we were a couple neither of us could avoid him or herself and the other to "seek assistance" as the phrase goes) and who is my age (and therefore infertile, fertility spans being different for men and women, on top of having difficulties in acquiring fluency in a language I speak). I think some parishioners have encouraged her, which they shouldn't have. God bless her, but not by my side, but God curse the men who have tried to find me every solution except the ones I want, and who on top of that assume I don't speak French (I do miss words and half phrases when they speak rapidly) and who on top of that assume that non-French in Parisian immigrants is one language (as long as it isn't Arabic, Berber or Peul). It isn't.

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I said Maundy Thursday last year, by now it's actually the year before last ... Maundy Thursday 2023, before my mother died.