When I attempt to initiate a conversation with somebody and they're not really interested, I tend to notice the signs. The "uh-huhs", the lowering of the head, the stomping off the bus (and I don't even ride on busses, but i guess i can blabber). So I quickly shut my pie hole and pretend to read a book or something. In fact, I've always said I don't go to parties i'm not invited to. Figuratively and literally, I mean it. Unfortunately so many do not follow suit.
Why is it that people, acquaintances and strangers alike, feel the need to talk to me when I'm clearly paying no attention? For as long as I can remember people have come up to me and told me bizarre things I would be better off to have never known. I love the elderly and I'm always open to hearing their stories. Over and over and over again. I don't mind. But I also attract looney-bags. They wanna marry me. And hobos always tell me the dirty things they wanna do to me. (Am I supposed to do the dirty things in a cart?) Like I'm gonna take them back to MY place, yah. I can ignore these "interactions". Most of the time. But everyday people I'm in contact with talk way too much about things I mostly never care to know. People give way too much information to a girl who asks a lot of questions...when she's interested.
It's quite selfish, actually. Here's an example...It's a true story.
I'm sitting alone ( i won't say where) at a table, eating lunch, texting and writing a blog (clearly busy) when in comes some perky woman that I barely know, fresh and ready to assault me with her mouth. Not in the good way either. She's rambling on about her plans for vacation and I'm getting indigestion from shoveling food into my mouth so I can get the F out of there. Twenty minutes later she's still talking, barely catching her breath. I'm the only other person in the room so I assume this info is meant for me. I shrugged my shoulders, rolled my eyes and went like, "Psshhhh", but she didn't notice "the signs". She didn't even make eye contact with me. If she could hear the soliloquy in my head she would have stopped talking. But she kept talking and I was there, not participating. And she didn't stop. It was a crime! Maybe not like a 911-worthy crime, but at least a 311 type of crime. I was verbally masturbated on. And she didn't even ask my name. Or if I've ever been to the Bahamas. I don't even think I was supposed to be part of her conversation. But I was forced to hear it. I feel cheap and used and dirty. She didn't just verbally masturbate in front of me, she did it all over me. Without my approval or a safe word. Only after all this took place, later in the day, I realized I should have taken steps to prevent this. Steps like, pretending I couldn't hear her, talking in Spanish, shatting on myself. I bet if i would have shat in my seat she would have left. I should have thrown my shoe, caused a distraction so she'd be forced to look at me, the person she was "talking to". Maybe the guy who threw his shoes at George W. just couldn't take hearing him anymore. I could have tipped the vending machine over. Set a fire. Pulled my pants down. Why do I always come up with a solution when it's too late?
Take heed and learn from my pain. I have, and now I'm armed with mental dental dam and ready for the next assault by a verbal masturbator.
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Chrissy, I can relate to long stories. I mean, what about it when someone calls you and, literally, there isn't a breathe taken on the other end for say 45 to 50 minutes and then when you start to talk they have to "go" somewhere like supercuts before they close.
How is that fair?
I mean, so maybe i didn't want to talk in the first place, but to put me aside for something like a really bad color and bang trim job just seems, well, "I don't know," dismissive or such.
Sorry about your bad event.
Perhaps you should go back to being reculsive. You seemed happier that way.
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