It’s okay to do it once a week, if you ask me. Have a seat, if you like, and I’ll break out the best rum your smile can buy. After all, it’s not every day we see each other. Say, I’ve been thinking about that, actually.

It’s a prehistoric matter we willingly deal with every day. The lust of our day-to-day ramblings take our attention, forefront and frontal lobe. When was the last time you had a meaningful conversation with a stranger that can be summarized with more than a “yeah”? I’ll bet you took note of that along your day.

It’s as if we hardly have time for a chin-wag with our whole head. For most of us, that’s the truth. We can’t afford the time to stop and make a somebody out of a nobody. We make trivial of our few precious sunbeams in the exact opposite direction. Too urgent for a burgeoning bite-sized banter, knowing of course that we’ll make habit of real conversation and begin to crave it more and more.

There’s no single sound solution to this solitary sadness. How are we to connect if we don’t have the time or space for their wires in our machine? Surely our own devices will drag us down by our dithers. Unless we can push on through and reach out for those Could-Be-Collins and Want-More-Wendies. After all, who are we to determine another’s worth?

And like any good conversation, it all starts with lending an ear and a how-do-you-do. If anyone knows life outside your window, it’s those few folks who walk by it every day. You could do well to learn from fellows like that.

Schedule some time right now, to reach out to your connections and holler a howdy to the have-been hooligans you used to know. Conversation! There’s value in chatter, when there’s weight in the matter!