Hi, Thanks, Don't Care.

I think I must have a face that people decode as someone who loves to listen no matter the story. Well, people who tell me things I'd rather not hear about, sorry to burst your little bubble but NO ONE CARES.

K, that was harsh. But here's some examples:

this girl I work with went off on some spiel one day about her infected tattoo. She was complaining one day and, stupidly, I asked what was wrong. She then tells me how she drove all the way to Chicago (at least a 5 hour drive from here) to get her tattoo because this place was supposed to be the best. Long story short because you care as much as I do (which is not at all), her tramp stamp got infected and is all peely and gross.

Another time, I have this girl tell me about her finger nails. HER FINGER NAILS. First of all, who cares? Really? No one. Secondly, GROSS. She tells me how her nails are so long and she should cut them and then goes ahead and shows me her nasty long nails. Tells me how she's going to cut them this weekend and how she misses wearing nail polish (we can't at work). Great, thank you, because even though I didn't ask I was clearly itching to know about your nasty finger nails.

Those are just examples that come to mind. But honestly, this seems to happen to me all the time! And, you know, if it was someone who I'm friends with that was telling me these things I wouldn't really be complaining but it's like, randoms at the grocery store or someone I work with every so often that I don't talk to outside of work.

I'm too polite to say anything. This will probably continue to happen for the rest of my life.