There are countries in the world, where you enter a room in the morning full of dear and beloved friends and colleagues, and you would neither greet them nor make eye contact until they wanted something from you.
I don’t know whether this would be my heaven or my hell, but as a brit, useless smalltalk is practically baked into my bones.
There are countries in the world, where you enter a room in the morning full of dear and beloved friends and colleagues, and you would neither greet them nor make eye contact until they wanted something from you.
I don’t know whether this would be my heaven or my hell, but as a brit, useless smalltalk is practically baked into my bones.
I’ll stick with the hellos. IMO meatspace human interaction feels like a privilege now.