I try to flee chit chat hell at parties.I am a man of scary ideas, convoluted thoughts, complex philosophies. My sentences are filled with nuance and subtext. My world view is many faceted. I am William F. Buckley, Gore Vidal and Susan Sontag rolled into one. God wishes He had my vocabulary. I sweat academia.
So when I am trapped at a social event surrounded by mindless small talk, you see my agony. How does one keep interested in a conversation with someone beneath one's intellectual capacities? Smiling and nodding is all I do.
The only way out is karaoke. Because of my highly developed frontal lobe I only karaoke to Paul Simon songs.
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