discussions about clipping my nails

"...my summer was so-so... and yours?...."
As people gather to talk about their lives, as voices raise and fall and laughter rages around the circles i find myself in, I wonder about the substance of our dialogue. I long to ask questions about faith, about politics, about reality, and instead find myself telling stories explaining the details of pointless things.
"...i think i'm going to drown in all my reading..."
What thoughts are running back and forth between your ears that aren't exiting your mouth? What questions about life are you bottling up? And what long stories are going untold?
"...You take your foot in one hand and the nail clippers in the other and..."
I'm frustrated by normalcy. I was expecting some earth shattering conversations. Am I living in the illusion that there are still earth shattering things to discuss? If I am, I'm having a hard time silencing the voices that scream in my head:
WHERE IS THE CHALLENGE HERE? WHAT IS THE SUBSTANCE? BE CAREFUL NOT TO DIE OF COMPLACENCY!

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