Fred, My Head and Me (and oh yeah, my subconscious)

Recently I have realized that I think I see conversations different than many people.

It rubs me the wrong way when people say things like "it was so nice to see you" when I walk out the door, when I had been in the same room for an hour and they never once talked to me. 

The other day someone asked if the seat next to me was available. When I said it was, they sat, introduced themselves and then promptly turned away from me, and didn't say anything else. When they left they said "it was so nice to meet you."

I wanted to say "I don't think we met."

I am not saying these people are at fault, in fact they were just being polite. But I think that it bothers me so much because words are more of a contract to me than perhaps they are to others. 

Conversations almost feel  like a contract to me.

Here is a general but fictitious conversation. Obviously silly because how can I know what my subconscious is thinking because then it wouldn't be sub....

Fred: Hi. Are you saving this seat?

Me: No feel free. 

Me Head: Now I will have to talk to someone.

Fred: What's your name?

Me: Rebecca. What's yours?

My Head: Hurry! What else can I ask?

Fred: Fred. So what are you doing right now?

Me: Working. How about you?

My Subconscious: You care enough to ask a question, you must also care enough to acknowledge my existence next time we cross paths.

Fred: Oh, I'm going to school.

Me: For what?

. . . [conversation continues, reasonably balanced between us] . . .

Fred: Well, it was nice to meet you.

Me: You too. See you later.

My Head: It actually was fun talking to you.

My Subconscious: This means that we are now "friends" and in situations where we both are we will seek each other out to converse again.

Except that never happens, and so I always feel slightly betrayed when they don't come over to me and actually talk to me. (Not that I go over to them. Yes I am a hypocrite.)

Basically, I think I take conversations too seriously.