I hate icebreakers.
They're cheesy, they're forced, and they propel the formation of shallow friendships. I understand that icebreakers serve to prevent awkward silence, but they only succeed in filling the awkward silence with awkward, not to mention pointless, conversation.
That's not even the worst stuff! This could just be me, but I always feel incredibly pressured to be charming or witty or funny with the two seconds of attention that are allotted to me because that moment will define me in the eyes of everyone in the group. In those two seconds, I have to portray myself as polite, hilarious, intelligent, sarcastic, and charming. Um hello? It takes me two seconds to remember my name in high pressure situations. How am I supposed to convey the beautiful labyrinth that is Kuo with such preposterous time limits?
The worst part is when I invest all of my time and effort (you know, in the three minutes leading up to my turn because I sure as hell didn't go first) into my response and am met with nothing but polite stares and crickets. CRICKETS.
Yeah, icebreakers are tough.
I have school orientation coming up soon, so this was sitting on my brain. (In case you were wondering where this came from.)