I think the main reason I hate small talk is the repetition. You know? Saying things over again. And that’s what a lot of small talk comes down to. Where do you live? What do you do? It’s so hot outside. The cycle of repetition wears away the meaning of our words, and possibly even the ideas behind them. An introvert’s nightmare. For me, meeting a bunch of people in one sitting is exhausting. The enthusiasm  of meeting someone new becomes stretched thin and more forced. The words become rehearsed, reduced to a memorized script. The present moment is transformed into a movie set, and my role is to interact with other performers as they go about their respective roles. Just remember my lines, then I can get back to trailer. There’s Netflix, and dried mango. But I digress.
There are things to talk about which I won’t have to repeat anymore – maybe – and hopefully I can justify what can arguably be called “neglect” of this blog, or worse.
In other words, here’s an update about me. If you’re beginning to yawn already, the rest of this post should put you to sleep. You’ve been warned.
Perhaps the loyal (if starkly silent) readership of this blog didn’t notice or care that I haven’t been posting much writing in recent months. But I’ll pretend someone cares, and I’ll graciously explain:
I spent the last few years in Wilkes-Barre, PA, accomplishing great deals of accomplishments. Among them, I acquired the formal training of a lovely skill known as Graphic Design. Now, any designer will tell you, Graphic Design is not one skill. There are so many facets to this jewel. It gets as exciting as photo manipulation, and important as logo design and branding, as slick-looking and tech-friendly as web UI/UX, and as tedious as setting and kerning type. There are book covers, app screens, print brochures, web ads, and much, much more. Related fields include animation, coding, advertising, and illustration.
And that’s all in one little title: Graphic Design.
Everyone has their specialties in life, and in graphic design, by choice or by default, nature or nurture, people have their strong points. My actual degree is in Graphic Design AND Advertising, which may not always be one and the same, but thankfully I got to explore both.
So now I’m a graphic designer/advertiser/writer. That’s a lot of labels. And it gets a little confusing. Existential questions arose in the course of my studies, such as:
“Does creativity work as a pool that one can only tap into so much before it’s depleted?”
“Will my graphic design pursuits dip into my drive for writing and steal some of that creativity?”
“Does the focus on visuals make someone more shallow?”
I don’t have definitive answers for these questions. I can safely say that what helped me really write less was believing I couldn’t write well anymore. So, as a result, I didn’t write as much. After all, why go through the torture? You can write that tip down if you want.
As to whether visuals lead to superficiality, I have some theories. Maybe for another post.
In the meantime, I tried to do a bit of a site conversion here, shifting this into a website that can archive both my writing and my design work. Feel free to check out the Portfolio page of Abstractitude, but here’s the disclaimer: it’s still in progress. I will work on it from time to time, as… say, an elderly librarian who goes about her shelves with patience, a duster, and a retirement pension. Or a fastidious curator at a stereotypical museum from the movies, who cares more for inanimate artifacts than people. I’m getting to it, at what is a simultaneously constant and eventual rate.
And lastly, I hope to return to a regular writing schedule, because I’ve decided that writing and design aren’t mutually exclusive. In my life, for better or worse, they may have become mutually inclusive.
Thanks for reading. Now here’s a picture of a deer: