Maybe We’re Overthinking Small Talk, but That’s Just My Opinion

The other day, I joined a virtual conversation hosted by the Interchange Institute, where people from around the world compared how their cultures approach small talk. Someone mentioned that in Finland, silence can be a sign of respect. I laughed and said that in Brazil, silence is the one everyone rushes to rescue. What began with polite chuckles turned into that quiet kind of reflection that lingers after the call ends.

In the United States, small talk often feels like a handshake made of words, a quick test for friendliness. In Japan, it can seem unnecessary, even intrusive. Across Northern Europe, efficiency usually wins over chatter. And in Brazil, any pause feels like an invitation to fill the air. Connection, it turns out, is cultural. Yet so many of us still measure social ease by how quickly we can think of something to say.

Maybe that’s the problem. We’ve mistaken performance for presence. We worry about being clever or likable when the real art lies in curiosity, in the pause before the response. A good conversation isn’t a monologue wearing dialogue’s clothes. It’s a shared moment, two people turning their attention to the same place.

Instead of rehearsing openers like “Crazy weather, huh?” what if we practiced showing up? Listening. Noticing. Asking. A simple “Tell me more about that” can land far deeper than the perfect joke. Intercultural researchers often remind us that meaning lives less in the words than in the spaces between them. In high-context cultures, tone and pause carry weight. Silence can be a gesture of care. Elsewhere, it reads as distance. But everywhere, real listening still makes people feel seen.

So maybe the next time we step into a conversation, in the office kitchen, on a bus, waiting outside school, we could ask not Am I good at small talk? but Am I leaving room for someone else’s story? Because small talk was never meant to impress. It was meant to connect. To remind us, for a brief moment, that being human is something we do together.

Jessica Gabrielzyk

Jessica Gabrielzyk writes about the messy, magical, and often misunderstood moments of life abroad — from giving birth in a foreign hospital to helping toddlers color their way through culture shock. Originally from Brazil, she has lived on three continents, parented in three languages, and now calls Switzerland home with her husband, child, and a dog who has more stamps in her passport than most adults.

Her books, including Maternity Abroad, Parenting Unpacked, and My First American Coloring Book, are heartfelt, honest, and rooted in real global experience. She is a proud member of the Society for Intercultural Education, Training and Research (SIETAR) and believes storytelling is the one language that truly travels.

Previous
Previous

Why I Created My First American Coloring Book for Toddlers

Next
Next

The Word That Changed How I See Belonging