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A lively group discussion, an intimate tête-à-tête, an inner monologue — in your view, when it comes to a good conversation, what’s the ideal number of people?

I live in a country where people use to speak very fast, everybody at the same time, changing subjects very quickly, so a conversation among more than three people is very difficult to follow. For me, I have to confess, almost impossible. The locals seem to have no problem with that in their typical get together. I can’t take part. It’s too chaotic and fast to me. I lack the agility of mind required. When I’m thinking in my reply to the first topic of the conversation I realise there is no use, because everybody already are talking about another thing. But it’s interesting and funny to listen to. I enjoy being in a get together despite I’m not talking at all.

When I want to talk I look for the company of another person or maximum two more persons. I can speak and follow the conversation, take my time to think and go deep. It’s completely different. And then also is very important what kind of people we are talking about. I’d chose my best friends.

Probably the best conversations of my life were the ones I had with my father. He was loving and wise. I’ll never forget those long walks in the gardens of the University Campus, talking about everything. We didn’t need anybody else to have an unforgettable conversation.

Counting Voices.



Talking in a bus


Have you ever eavesdropped on a conversation you weren’t supposed to? Tell us about a time when it was impossible not to overhear a conversation between people who didn’t know you were there. What was the conversation about? How did it make you feel?

I don’t like to eavesdrop on conversations of others. This is why I can’t stand people having long and loud private conversations on their cell phones while riding a bus. I don’t care about what they have to talk about and I don’t want to know. I feel trapped when somebody begin to talk and I can’t go out. I don’t care about the boyfriend of the girl seated next to me. I don’t want to know about the shopping the woman in front of me just did and is bragging about them calling to her friends. I don’t want to hear a quarrel between husband and wife about who will go to pick up the children. I don’t want to know about family matters of people I don’t know.

I take often the bus line that goes to the hospital and I’ve had to hear, not willingly, countless loud phone conversations about the health of people totally unknown with all sort of details.

– “I’m telling you this because you’re my friend and I have confidence in your discretion, but don’t tell anybody”, yelled at her cell phone a woman yesterday after telling in the same loud voice all the details of the situation of her hospitalised husband. I wonder if she realised that the whole passage were probably listening. Don’t tell anybody? She just had told to every unknown passenger the whole story!

Cell phones and smart phones are a great invention to be connected at all places all the time, but some people seem to lose the sense of privacy when they use them in public spaces. Above all in closed public spaces like a bus.

Daily Prompt: Talking in Your Sleep.
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When was the last time your walked away from a discussion, only to think of The Perfect Comeback hours later? Recreate the scene for us, and use your winning line.

file0002142617802I avoid discussions. I can’t stand them. At the moment the conversation becomes a discussion I feel I’m going to burst in tears. It’s sure because of my depression. To avoid the embarrassment and knowing I can’t make a point in that condition I walk away always. I prefer to come back when all is quiet and you can talk without stress, or write an answer, because I express myself better writing than talking.

I remember though once, after a meeting with my coworkers in which we were talking about salaries. Somebody went to my boss and told him I said that we all should have the same salary, something It wasn’t accurate, and they presented me as a sort of communist infiltrated in the company. He call me to his office immediately and began to yell at me. I told him what I really said during the meeting, but he wouldn’t listen. I asked the help of God and he must helped me, because I didn’t cry in front of him, but I told him very calmly that if he was willing to believe the account of the other person better than mine about my own words I couldn’t do anything more. Then I asked also very calmly if he was firing me. He said a furious NO!

The moment I left the office I burst in tears and I couldn’t stop, as always. But I saved my job and my dignity that day, thanks God.

Daily Prompt: Drawing a Blank.