No, no, that sounds too simple, too naive, too unassuming. Too friendly. How about something more like this:
Yesterday, I looked death squarely in the eye, accepted his challenge and its potentially weighty cost, and narrowly escaped with my soul still intact. Was I a better man for it? No. But I survived, and sometimes that's all you can hope for.
Yeah. That sounds about right. Sometimes, "dinner at a friend's house" is not just "dinner at a friend's house." Especially not when you are studying "bioinformatics with specific interest in metric space indexing as applied to next-generation DNA sequencing." Especially not when you have to do the customary first-encounter introductions. And especially not when the friend's family come from a long line of successful artists and artistic types. No, in those circumstances, you're not looking for understanding. A glazed-over "oh...okay" is entirely satisfactory. In fact, sometimes it's more than you can hope for.
Typically, it all happens so fast. You're having an enjoyable conversation about Italy or Lance Armstrong or a family's latest feline incident, when all of the sudden the conversation goes silent (it happens every 7 minutes). There's no more family business to discuss, no shredded Brussels sprout to pass, and no more quirky "remember when ___ said ___" over which to reminisce. Suddenly, someone (typically the most motherly figure in the room) looks you squarely in the eyes, clears her throat, and you know it's coming. You struggle for any other topic to bring up, but you also need to make it sound like you're not avoiding The Topic--and you also have to think of your reply should you not be able to think of something else witty. But by then it's too late.
"So. What are you doing in school? Computers, right?"
Silence. Nobody can help you out. You're friends have never really understood what you're studying so they can't jump in. ("I know he's mentioned computers before, but last time he mentioned something about biology. Maybe it's making robots have human skin?") You don't even really understand what it is you're studying (that's why they call it research), and somehow, you've got to convey this information to a crowd of eager onlookers.
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I wish I could remember what I said last night. I wish I could remember what I said any of the thousand times I've been in this situation. In fact, I should probably memorize a script and just give it verbatim each time so I could get better and better with each repeated queries. Instead, I just fumble through examples, metaphors, trying to relate it to arboriculture or ADHD or anything else that might ring a bell. I look into their eyes, searching for any signs of acknowledgement...and then, when the obligatory 15 minutes are done (or when I've heard the blessed "oh...okay" phrase), I wrap things up with a casual, "And that's how I'm going to solve cancer--speaking of cancer, did you hear that the UK found beef lasagna with 100% horse meat?"
And that's how the west was won, my friend.
