I know that I am doomed in fate to be fat, bald and unsuccessful and I have known this for sometime, but at least it's all happening at a fairly slow rate. Teaching myself to not complain out loud doesn't usually work. I'm naturally a pretty vocal whiner.
But it also seems that I have an obligation listen to other people's problems. It's a part of life I guess. I realize the torture that I would be putting them through if they had to endure my tiresome rant about aching feet or unpaid utility bills or a pet cat of mine that pisses on everything. Yet, I still do it.
But it's not so much people's problems that I have trouble listening to, it's the small talk and the subject matter they chose. Do I have to sit there and listen attentively while people tell me about their children going to the prom or some shit like that? And then they have to show me pictures. Oh lord, not the pictures too. All the while I'm thinking "Oh wonderful, I get to look at pictures of your ugly kids. This is exactly what I wanted to do today." It all just makes me uncomfortable (obviously). I do my best to keep people from talking to me but somehow I think they sense it and, much to my dismay, they want to talk more. It's not the actual conversing that I dislike, it's the fact that most people talk about things that I could give two shits about. Is asking that people to not be so boring when they speak such a bad thing?
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