Silence Over Bullshit: Rejecting Meaningless Conversations

An Unfiltered Rant Against Pointless Conversations

I've reached a point in life where talking feels utterly pointless. Sure, I enjoy bantering with friends, diving into deep ideas with some smart folks, but generally, conversations are just back-and-forth exchanges—banter that's always great, or mild conflicts and decisions on the opposite spectrum. When you start to see where every conversation is heading, it all becomes predictable. I can anticipate what someone will say if I say this or that—it's like predicting the plot of a movie you've seen a hundred times.

And then you realize it's meaningless because no one is really listening. They just want to unload what's in their heads, hearts, guts. They need to say it out loud, but they're not interested in hearing you. And honestly, you're not interested in what they have to say either. It's just two people throwing ideas at each other. When this hits you, it's such a shame—a colossal waste of time.

So I've come to the conclusion: what's the point in talking? There is none. Even if the other person is hurt that I'm not responding the way they expect, saying, "You're not enthusiastic anymore." What do you mean? I'm way more enthusiastic than you can ever be. I just don't need to show it physically or verbally.

Don't get me wrong—I am quite an eccentric person. My energy levels are through the roof, and I have ways to express that, whether verbally or physically. And there are moments when I do. But it's still within me and myself, not outward with people, not in this back-and-forth with others.

I've realized there's no point in talking these days. Just relax, chill, and slowly understand that every smile, every sentence from friends or others is just something that occurred within them. They reacted in a way that fulfills and satisfies their own ego and self—nothing more. You're the same; I'm the same. But the sooner you realize this, the sooner you can rise above it.

I'm telling you, there's no point in talking, no point in discussing things anymore. I'm way past all of this now. There's no point in discussing ideas and how to execute them—I think it's better just to do it. I've given thousands of hours of my life to planning and strategy, and I'm fucking amazing at it—absolutely fucking amazing. But now it's time for me to move on.

I no longer need to talk, no longer need to engage in unnecessary conversations that, at the end of the day, contribute nothing. If you track it into the future, if you just pause for a moment between the sentences, between the words, between you two and within yourself, you'll realize where it's all going. And let me tell you, my friend, it's not going anywhere.

You might hear this and think it doesn't make any sense. It probably won't until you're way older and have seen enough of life. I'm not saying I've seen it all, but yes, I've seen enough. You have to realize this for yourself. Next time, pause. See what's actually happening in the conversation, what the other person is really trying to say. You'll realize it's just a bunch of bullshit.

Stay quiet and live.