It's not that I don't care...

What is it that people (more specifically "those people") are drawn to about me? I mean like every time I go some place with other human beings I get dumped on by someone with their problems. From the bazaar Carrot Man of Baylor lore and the Goldfish Won't Look at Me Guy to people with legitimate problems always come to me. WHY?

Freakin A!

Okay, where is this coming from. 25 years of this. I think it's why I blog; people tell me their crap and I never get to tell them mine. I am going to illustrate the previous day as an example.

I had gotten home pretty late from going out with coworkers but still got up with the sunrise. Did some chores, and followed up on some correspondence - looked for other options of supplementing my still insufficient income all morning, got ready for the day, had lunch and headed out.

At Walmart I just needed make-up, but stood in line for an hour to buy it. while standing in line the lady in front of me talked about how "this is what they do - they build a super Walmart with 60 cashier's station but only open three of them" the entire time. No duh right, do I need to hear this every-time I go there. It's almost part of the shopping experience now, the old greeter, the crap selection, the crowded aisles, the long lines, the hour wait, and the Hoosier talking about how much the hate Walmart is all part of the Walmart experience.

I was standing in line at the shell station waiting to pay for coffee (just coffee) when the guy in line behind me started talking to me about how expensive things are these days, and how he can't even afford his cigarettes. I don't know what he wanted from me, or why he thought I would give a crap; Maybe it was just a floue. Did he want me to buy cigarettes for him or did he expect me to - uh 'cause no. If you can't afford something like cigarettes then you don't need them. Sandwiches are a different story. Anyway, by the time I got to the counter and paid the clerk (the one that looks like Eric Bana)

Then I went down to the 106 and everything was fine except for that one pervert that was there. Okay, he's a harmless pervert but still it's just like I'm not here to hear someone else's crap then literally as soon as the pervert left some random lesbian started talking about why her girlfriend is crazy. I don't know her or her girlfriend, and I didn't want to know the hour long story about how she got jealous 'cause you talked to some other girl she though you were trying to chise up.

That's the day in brief, it's much more to it than what is listed, and it's 25 years of days like this. Is there some sign over my head that I can't read, does it say free therapy? I just need a break, and a place to go where I don't have to hear about someone else's issues - I've got my own crap, and I need to relax to ya' know.

Maybe I'm just sick of people complaining when I'm workin' on my own issues.
I don't have the answers.
Maybe they're all so self centered they can't fathom talking about anything other than themselves and their lives are really that bad - or they lack the ability to work through their stuff so it happens and they kvetch about it for awhile then move on to the next issue. Maybe I'm just to nice to skief and bark voetsek. Sometimes I think they're chuffed to complain or gripe.

A late night with a Cremorian Fangor Beast,
Maddie

Currently watching: Galaxy Quest

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