When meeting or reuniting, let's not talk about the generics of school, occupations, or outer appearance. I don't really want to know your response to a small-talk question that you are sick to death of hearing. I don't want an opinion on my rash decisions to my appearance at a time of insecurity. ( Did I mention that in low points, I tend to freak the hell out and bleach my hair and chop it off over the bathroom sink? I guess high school never really ends.)
How are you? What has been making you happy? What was the last thing that really inspired you? Those are the questions I want to start asking, because they feel much better to receive. Altogether now, let's pull our feet out of our mouths.