schmalz

I feel as though I'm discovering little treasures in the sandy beaches of my mind, little jewels and trinkets of self-discovery/realization.
For instance, I've deduced that I don't like talking on the phone. I have friends that often call to check on me (which seems to be a front for them to just talk about themselves) and they go on and on about their relationships and their pets and their work and my vocabulary is suddenly limited to an "uh-huh" or a "really?" or a "yeah" or the oh-so-clever "I know, right?"
I think it ties in with my dislike of general small talk and chit-chat. I feel uncomfortable pretending to be engaged in something so superficial.
Does that make me anti-social or something? A sociopath?
I don't know. I mean I never killed any pets as a child or anything.
Could be the effects of excessive internet usage. There's no face-to-face interaction on the internet-- it's just words and images that you process and mentally evaluate; all the dialogue plays out as a conversation in your head. You don't have to worry about eye contact or bad breath or if the other person has B.O.
It's on some other level.

(Side note-- it took me hours to complete this entry. I kept getting distracted by hunger, a cat, and my roommate playing Heavy Rain.)