273. Knowing Nod



I visited my mom last week. I asked my mom if she ever nods knowingly without a clue about what people are talking about. She said no. She said that she would always say “I have no idea what you are talking about”. You know what? I believe her. She would keep it simple and stop the conversation and ask for more details.

But then, I thought a little harder and distinctly recall her nodding as I was explaining to her the junction system in Final Fantasy VIII and I know for a fact that she can’t tell her blizzarra from her blizzaga. Perhaps she does care about us and wants to make us feel like we're interesting.

Other people I consulted with said that they have in fact, nodded along in ignorance. Those are my people. Acting like you are following along to avoid long interactions and explanations is my jam. If you’re curious enough you can google later without the whiff of social anxiety hanging in the air. 

Of course, at work it's another matter. You can't George Constanza your way through life, you have to actually understand what people are telling you. At work I'm a master of the oft praised dumb question.

This comic was started with my mom's visit and finished last night, in that time period, the United States saw Biden bumbling through NATO, a hurricane make landfall in Texas and a god damned assassination attempt on our bloviating ex-president. I just wish there were less reality lately.


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