I have this friend. Every time he calls/IMs me, he asks me to name a special moment that I've had, or something new that I've learned, or something recent that made me smile, or something to that effect.
I appreciate the question, I really do.
But I flat out refuse to answer.
Partly because I don't distill my life into fun/interesting bite-sized bits to be distributed like candies at some campaign. It's what expected, that we keep a bulleted list of the most recent and interesting things that happened to us, and that we shoot 'em out when whoever happens to ask: "So, what's up?"
I don't keep that list. You can ask me what's up, and I will say nothing, because I will try to refer to that nonexistent list and, in fact, come up with nothing.
I am constantly doing things and the memories of having done them flow swiftly outwards from the center of my preoccupation. If the conversation is engaging, associations light up all over the place and the interesting bits coalesce. This really isn't something you can force.
And/or maybe I'm just reticent as all hell.
I am really particular about who I talk to, though I listen to just about anybody. It seems like most of the world is just opposite.