I was chatting with a friend on the phone this morning and we covered a bunch of topics, including weddings, quilt shows and her granddaughter's birthday party later today. We will see each other tomorrow night, but it will be at a writing group, where there won't be time for chitchat.
Chitchat is right speech. Not meaningful, not important, but satisfying, like birds chirping for joy. We were comparing and contrasting wedding stories, not to harm, but openly and curiously, to discuss how tricky weddings can be and how something seems to fall through the cracks no matter how diligent we are. So we were noticing there is no such thing as a perfect wedding, forgiving ourselves for lapses and goofs. The talk was a kind of support for each other and also an affirmation that we both noticed some of the same things.
Trivial is not automatically bad. It can be a method of bring each other closer, as long as it harms no one and we are not talking about a third party behind her back. Maybe it's blowing off steam in a harmless way as well. There must be some good reason we feel so good after we hang up!
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