the forgotten pleasures of a shallow conversation

I remember reading somewhere that a person can drown in less than 6 inches of water. Of course, now that Google exists, I can do more than rely on my faulty memory, and actually look up this factYoung children can drown in less than 2 inches of water. Oh, well, that’s even scarier than the number that I remember.

That’s not the kind of shallow that I remember being afraid of. Even that word, fear, would be the entirely wrong sentiment here. I realize that we fear what we do not completely understand – and it is within our nature to truly understand so very few things – but I do not fear shallowness.

Some forms of stupidity, yes; shallowness, however, does not quite make that list.

Shallowness isn’t willful ignorance. A shallow person doesn’t wake up in the morning with the intention of being artificial. It’s in the genuine artificiality of that person that depth can actually be inferred.

However, much like the shallow end of the pool, you don’t dive head first into what you were hoping was a deep conversation because that’s a good way of  breaking your neck on the concrete floor that is their depth of understanding. Maybe there’s something relaxing about that kind of endeavor. The act of simply wading into the shallow end of the pool, leaning back, and relaxing for a bit.

Not everything has to be a great and epic display of depth and scale.

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Matthew Trevino

Web development and design using various technologies. Maker of music nobody listens to. Dabbling on the Internet since the mid-90's. You probably don't know me.

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