The “yes but…”s and “maybe”s, the sputter of weak, half-assed agreement that rolls off your tongue, obscuring your genuine thoughts.
The sorries that stumble out from muscle memory, by sheer exasperation, too weak to leave.
Petty words by a petty thing.
Perhaps it is from fast-paced conversations, your replies washed away by the natters and laughter from quick-witted one-liners you wish you’d have thought up.
Or perhaps it’s merely from the lack of interest – Whatever you say.
Or. Perhaps you don’t know yet. Perhaps the extra five minutes you spend trying to construct the perfect joint makes your mind wander – idly twining words past spoken to people. Fragments of conversations stick, bits and pieces of keywords failing to form coherent sentences.
“Yes, no…. maybe. I don’t know.”