 There's no greater joy in the world than talking with people. I know a lot of people probably think I'm some sort of social recluse because of that one video I made about social anxiety. You think I'm some creepy ass basement-dwelling motherfucker that's never seen a blade of grass before in his life, but that video was made more for the means than anything else. But smeltop. I can't stand smeltop. It's such a waste of time. Hey, how are you? Oh, I'm doing good. How are you? Oh, I'm doing good. Okay, bye. Smeltop isn't the same as actually speaking to someone. It's not because when you truly speak to someone, you're sharing a part of your life with them. The information you gather, the emotions that you felt on your life journey, right? I think what it is is that a lot of people are afraid of sharing too much information and ended up looking like a weirdo. Now, oh, if I talk for more than two minutes, people will realize how uninteresting I am. Listen to me, buddy. All right, listen, calm down. All right, I'd much rather hear how your dog ate raw meat and you had to spend two hours of your day pulling out tapeworms out of his ass than you asking me the same old shit 30 other niggas at my job asked me. Smeltop just feels like you're walking around in circles, like a maze of nothingness. Smeltop makes me feel much worse than no talk at all. If someone passed me without saying anything, I feel a lot better. I feel so much better. But when someone's just talking to you as a courtesy, it's like, hey, I'm talking to you because I have to. It's been lodged into my psyche that if I want to show people I didn't come from a broken household, I need to acknowledge your pathetic existence and at least pretend like I give a shit about your well-being, even though I don't. But whenever I walk past somebody and I say, hey, and they say nothing at all, it's like, wow, that's a real ass nigga. That's somebody I need to hang out with. They had enough respect for me to show me that they have no respect for me. That's right. That person you passed by yesterday that had that 20 second conversation about the weather with you, they didn't give a fuck about you. They probably don't even know your name. The only difference about the people that don't respond is that they're at least being honest about it. But the next time someone tries to start some small talk with me, I'ma trap them. I'ma tell them exactly how I feel. No more of that, hey, working hard or hardly working. I'ma just walk up to them and be like, hey, what's up, man? Oh, hey, how you doing? I'm going home and ending my life right after this conversation. The longer I get to stay on this planet. Why does this always happen to me? Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, little nigga, you know this is about to happen, huh? How do you ever make do with the conversation? Hey, kneecaps here. I know you guys are probably wondering, where have you been all this time? Well, luckily for you, I have the video on my second channel. Kind of explaining all that, if anyone gives a shit. But, yeah, that's pretty much it. Bye-bye.