Oi! Platitudes. Yuck! They are condescending statements wrapped in flowery language. They are utter shite (I love that word). They are useless conversational placeholders to fill up awkward silences or boredom. Platitudes don't offer any sympathy, empathy, or insight. They just...fill up the void. They are like cotton candy -- a fluffed up ball of sugar hoisted on a paper cone that dissolves once you moisten it. Give me liberty, or give me death. But for Pete sake, do NOT give me platitude or I will hurl all over you a la Linda Blair (Exorcist). Yes, you know what mine is. As long as you don't mind me vomiting all over you if you use them around me! Heehee!