As an introvert and someone who has not always been the best conversationalist, my perspective on talking with people has always been that I’m the beneficiary, that I’m the lucky one because someone is talking to me. Because of this perspective, I become overly agreeable and usually end up doing something I don’t want to do, such as talking to the person for too long, or getting their name and/or contact information when I don’t really want it. On the way to Hong Kong, I struck up conversations with three different people, and I tried to keep in mind that they were just as fortunate to chat with me as I them. I also tried to tell myself that it’s no big deal if you don’t exchange names, no big deal if you don’t exchange contact information. This is consistent with my recent thoughts on life being gray, a constant exercise in analog tuning. Sometimes a chat is just a chat.