Am I the only person who hates when someone you maybe only know in passing, someone who you wouldn’t call a friend, just an acquaintance, decides to tell you the story of their life or some other long-winded missive? They are just so certain you either care or can help or were some how interested in this tale, that they can’t help themselves from telling you. It’s never some funny, anecdotal kind of story either, it’s always some Game of Thrones-sized saga, one that makes you want to just get up and walk away in the middle of it. I don’t know what it is about my face that makes people think I care, but it’s very difficult for me to say I don’t care without sounding rude, so I end up sitting there listening to the whole thing, nodding or “hmm”ing at appropriate intervals so it at least looks like I give a damn.
Maybe I have too kind a face. I need to work on my Resting Bitch Face™ I think. LOL