Do you ever just stand around talking to people about random things through out the day? Well do you ever wonder what possesses people to tell you the things they do?
Like the time you found out someone you work with used to run a meth house and probably knows a little too much about the gang community near where you live. Meanwhile you stand there with your eyes wide open staring at them like you've never seen them before (even though you see them everyday) you're contemplating what to say or how quickly you can get away. I'm not really sure why I needed to know that.
Or what about the time the random customer tells you all about the first time they saw Lion King in the theater and how magical it was. and how they hope they can bring their kids to see it while its in its two week run... blah blah blah and 20 minutes later your still holding their ticket saying well Killer Elite is down the hall and to your left. As you wonder why it is they didn't just bring their kids now. and also how it is that you yourself remember Lion King in theatres the first time, yet you wouldn't go blabbing to random strangers about it.
Or when you tell someone I have a headache and they go off for 40 minutes about how they knew someone who claimed they had a headache and they went to take a nap and never woke up. Meanwhile you smile and nod and think to yourself Oh My Hell I'm not going to sleep until this headache is gone, or ever again!
I was just wondering what it is that makes people just have to tell their stories. Is it that they just need to fill the silence?
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That's kind of weird to talk about with a complete stranger...
I have the PERFECT example for this post. (Which is ironic, bc I'm about to tell you about a random and useless story.)
The other day I got to work and found a post-it note pinned to my teeny, tiny bulletin board in the fitting room. It said AUBREY, so I opened it and this is what it said:
"So I got to tell u bout this TV camercial I seen. There was 2 siamise twin guys laying in bed. One starts jaking off, the other bro was all I will punish you and they started jaking each other off as their dad walks in says 'God dammit boys I told u 2 stop playing siamese twins' they say sorry take off their sweater, and they were pretending to be twins and jacked each other off. OMG!! HAHAHAHA."
WTF??? Why did this girl need to tell me that story? She needed to tell me that SO BADLY that she had to leave a note posted there for 12 hours until I got to work.
I still don't have a clue why she thought I would enjoy that story...
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