Civilities boggle me and am often rebuked by my concerned mom to cultivate ‘small talk’ and civic niceties to mingle in human society and not fraternalize too much with the emerging bugs in night to whom I inquire — ‘do you know the only US state that still lists Pluto as a planet for honorary reason.’ The bugs, stricken and confused, for the unbidden insight just buzz erratic in their burdened gratitude. I am to recall the emphatic and cliched “it’s me, not you” subterfuge that am hesitant to infringe upon others who have been graciously spared from my rant. Mind you, by taking that first stagger of faith towards me, you are in for unforeseen trouble. I tend to crawl up as an earworm non grata once acquainted. For a socially-awkward and etiquette-challenged person like me, ‘being cordial’ in conversations is mindful and contrived but ‘being casual’ is sustainable and fulfilling, perhaps, that was what you referred to as ‘easy going’. With that, now we are indoctrinated friends (scraping my penknife on the thumb to draw blood to honour the pact).