Small Talk
At least once a month, I co-lead (read: lead music) Friday night services at a local area synagogue. I love working with the rabbi of the congregation, and the congregants are very warm and laid back. In general, I enjoy co-leading services, especially at this particular congregation.
As long as I can remember though, I have felt an inadequacy in a key skill for a clergyperson-in-training. Small talk. Oh, I work at it. I am polite and politic. I try to say the appropriate response when someone talks to me. And yet, I feel that I fail at small talk every time.
Last Friday was a special Shabbat service - Shabbat Shirah. It commemorates the Song of the Sea (see Exod. 15) when the Israelites leave Egypt and cross the Sea of Reeds. Many congregations, including the one I am writing about, use this Shabbat as an opportunity to introduce new music or at least increase the amount of music in a service. With the primary cantorial soloist, I sang a bunch of new music, including performing a "sermon of song" (read: rabbi did not give a sermon). And of course, after the service, congregants approached me and the other soloist to express their appreciation of the service.
Congregant: Such a lovely service!
Me: Thanks. I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Congregant: Do you study music?
Me: Not exactly. I'm in cantorial school.
Congregant: Oh. What is that?
Me: (give standard description of cantorial school and location of my school)
Congregant: That sounds intense.
Me: Sometimes it is.
Congregant: Oh. Do you enjoy it?
Me (thinking but not saying- not really, but this person expects me to enjoy it. really, I want to be done with school and get a job being a cantor. School is too theoretical and idealistic, not practical, emotionally draining...etc. before finally responding): Sometimes.
Congregant (looks confused): Oh. Well, it was a lovely service.
Me: Thanks (thinking: we've come full circle, yes?).
Congregant: Um, excuse me as I ... (voice trails away)
Later in the evening, an older gentleman approached me -
Gentleman: I was just speaking to your husband and discovered I know both your father-in-law and your uncle-in-law.
Me: Really? It's a small world.
Gentleman: Yes, especially in Jewish circles.
Me: So, you know Elliot then?
Gentleman: Yes of course. (looks very proud)
Me: Funny, so do I. (I grin, thinking that I might get a chuckle from his approaching wife. No such luck.)
Gentleman: So your husband tells me you're in cantorial school.
Me: Yes, I am. (I try not to sigh)
Wife: Hello, my name is ABCD (anonymity is good)
Me: Nice to meet you.
Wife: You have a lovely voice.
Me: Thank you.
Wife: Did I hear you are in cantorial school?
Me: Yes.
Conversation about where cantorial school is and such ensues. My awkwardness is obvious again, leading to the inevitable.
Gentleman: Well, have a good evening. It was a lovely service. (wife nods enthusiastically).
At this point in the post-service socializing, I see that the other cantorial soloist is laughing and schmoozing with several people, who also are smiling and chatting energetically. I look for my husband, who is showing off BW and talking with various maternal types. I head for this safe place, figuring I can make conversation about kids and such. My presence is barely acknowledged, though BW is very happy to see me.
I know there are seminars and probably other forms of therapy to help me with this small talk thing. It's funny, not in a laughing "ha ha" sort of way, but I feel like I'm well-informed of current events and other topics which might make for good small talk. I try to be light and have a good sense of humor, or at least show that someone else has a sense of humor. I even manage to ask people what they do for a living and try to understand. Yet, my attempts at small talk always end awkwardly, leaving me feeling as though I may have said something wrong or missed saying something important. I'm not sure how the other person feels, but the person usually looks uncomfortable.
For me, small talk hardly feels small at all.
