Mingling with this group should be a good opportunity to bond with other women, find a companion to converse with, exchange some ideas and experiences. Instead my mind wanders while I smile and nod politely. I have been disappointed, once again, by women my own age and education who should have scintillating conversation. They are, however, confined within the banal of their everyday lives. Topics range from what annoying behaviour their child exhibited last night, to shopping, to their trip to the gym, to their disagreements with their husband. Nothing new. Nothing exciting. Nothing to exercise the mind. Yawn ….
Don’t get me wrong. I exchange banal pleasantries as well as the next person. How are you doing? What did you do over the weekend? How is your daughter/son/pet doing? And yet, when one sees the same people day after day, surely there can be a little depth to the conversation? Surely we can exchange ideas on topics that affect our everyday lives?
The conversations I long for are the ones I had with people I attended university with. There was a small group of us in my Education class who would sit on the lawn in front of the building during free time. Oh, the conversations we would have: the merits of Vygotsky’s theory versus Piaget; the meaning of God and whether He exists; what the ideal education system would be; the change that our country was bound to experience; the meaning of Sting’s lyrics. Backwards and forwards the conversation used to flow as we stretched our minds and voiced the opinions that were fermenting in our consciousness.
Not everyone knows education theory or can discuss the meaning of religion objectively, but I do search in conversation for that questioning mind, the mind that does not accept submissively the expected thoughts and actions in our society. Alas, many times my search is fruitless. And in the meantime, I yawn …
What makes you yawn?
© Colline Kook-Chun, 2013
(This post was inspired by the WordPress Daily Prompt: Yawn)