The Art of Conversation...?

I just read someone's blog that was interesting, insightful and funny.
I am not good at writing blogs, and for this I apologize.
For one thing, I either talk about myself a lot, or talk about something else a lot. I have never, ever, talked about my experiences in order to draw out morals and things which are applicable to everyone. I'm doing it again here. ALSO: I am very neglectful. How this blog continues to get views I don't know.
Maybe they are all clicking on random links which somehow get them here?
Anyhoo, in real life I make a poor conversation partner, as I only quote things from Welcome To Night Vale and Skulduggery Pleasant or even Romantically Apocalyptic or The Adventures of Dr. McNinja. No one in my family knows much about any of these, and they get annoyed when I talk about them ceaselessly. 
But after hours of being in my room I see another human being and I'm all "HELLO ALLOW ME TO SHARE MY EXPERIENCES WITH YOU!" and my family members shy away from me.
Do I talk to people online? What do you think I'm doing right now? You are online and you are people. Smile, nod, accept.
And yes, I do try Facebook but most people can't reply (poor internet? missed my message? Maybe they know I'm boring...) or when I do strike up a conversation I'm either a very annoying person or I try to avoid being annoying and I have nothing to say at all so I keep asking them questions, keep trying to find out about their lives, and then the conversation somehow dries up.
So I go back to reading. Its fun and everything is lovely in the strange worlds I read about in books. But it means I am getting worse at conversations. 
Communication between people shouldn't be this hard or awkward. With some people I can converse well and for many hours (you know who you are.) but I am aware that with most people I fail utterly: normal conversations need to have a lovely symmetry of asks, answers, facts, jokes and other things. Maybe I should stop analyzing how I construct conversations?
I once read that the most boring people are the ones who have all the stories and jokes and keep talking and not listening to others.
I take an interest in people's lives, honestly. Just sometimes they don't type up what they are thinking and I'm just like "goddamnit, how do I reply to these brief statements of information?".
Have you ever had those conversations where people say hardly anything and you wonder if they are holding information back or not, and if they are do they want to share the information later and what even I don't know I am a terrible person and very negligent toward my friend's what is the point in life other than to avoid the horrors beyond and I have not used a comma in this sentence so you can see how quickly and panicky these thoughts are going through my head.
Is it easier conversing online or face to face? :/ I KNOW NOTHING ANYMORE.
And joy, exam results tomorrow.
Mine will spell: FUUUUUUUUUUU
Dark Dragon

Holidays

The holidays are great: the free time is marvelous.

I have read book 2 of the Wheel of Time (fantastic: a lot more monsters and magic than the first one) and books 1, 2, 3 and most of 4 of The Belgariad.

The Wheel of Time can be summed up thus:

There are three boys from a village in the middle of no where. They are called Mat, Perrin and Rand. 

They live in a world where a 'Wheel of Time' and a Pattern are acknowledged as things which exist. The Wheel of Time is a pattern of seven repeating ages. When it gets to the third age, what happened in the last third age will happen again. When it gets to the fourth age, what happened in the last fourth age will happen again. The cycle ends with a battle of good verses evil, and one puts the other to sleep until the next battle. Normally good triumphs over evil and everyone cheers. Important events are written down and used as prophecies for the next seven ages.

But the Dark One, the Father of Lies, is sick of this repetition. He seeks to ruin the cycle by ensuring his victory. Normally he is defeated by The Dragon Reborn, a highly powerful warrior-mage-person who will defeat evil before going mad and pretty much destroying the world himself (so when people hear about a Dragon Reborn they all go "OH NO, THAT'S THE GUY WHO'S GONNA KILL US ALL!" and forget that the Dragon is supposed to defeat evil first.) so the Dark One's plan is to find an destroy the threat of the Dragon Reborn, either by getting the young fellow to join him, or by killing said hero.

The Father of Lies narrows the list of candidates for potential Dragon Reborns to three teenagers in a remote village: Mat, Perrin and Rand.

Luckily a magic lady takes them away from the village and they start an epic adventure which spans thirteen rather chunky volumes. Monsters and parallel universes included. And telepathy with wolves. 

The Belgariad can be summed up thus:

There is a boy called Garion. He lives on a farm. From the beginning there are VERY heavy hints suggesting that he is linked to the ancient legend of the gods Torak and Aldur, the sorcerers Polgara and Belgarath, and ancient kings such as Riva Iron-Grip. These links are very, very heavily hinted. Most of the characters know what's going on. Garion does not. He is a very amusing character, prone to sulks and tantrums as well as incredible bravery and the inability to Not Eavesdrop.

The bottom line of the story is: Torak is evil. He once stole an Orb and nearly ended the world with the Orb. Luckily good triumphed over evil. But the Orb has been stolen again, triggering events that will fulfill a prophecy- but there are two prophecies, and the fulfillment of either one is possible. Naturally one is a "Yay, we all get to live!" result and the other is more catastrophic. 

The series is five books long, with good characters (all with bits you'll love and bits you'll hate.) and a variety of landscapes (I CAN'T DECIDE WHAT I LIKE MORE: DRASNIA, RIVA OR CHEREK?!) (Cherek=Skyrim) (...But Nyissa has crocodiles...) and lots of shape shifting.

Now that I've remembered the password for the blog I will try to post more frequently.

-Dark Dragon.