I'm from the northeast. I'm not from the South. I'm not from the Midwest. I'm not from that other coast. I'm not nice, and I'm not friendly, and I'm not laid back.
I have no desire to be any of those things. I am polite. That is all I ask of you. Politeness. Not friendliness. That's not what I want.
If I'm in a coffee shop, please don't talk to me. If the only open seat is across from me and I move my stuff to accommodate you, please do not take that as an invitation to speak. I was polite and allowed you to sit down. You could at least have the common bloody decency to leave me the hell alone. Seriously, I'm stand-offish even among my own people. Take the hint.
Also, I am not particularly interested in your addition to my conversation, especially if it expands in a paralyzing mire of irrelevance about a throwaway remark. It is my conversation. It is not overly loud, and it is none of your business. Get out.
I know, I know--how is anyone supposed to meet anyone? Well, is it really that hard to be introduced?
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So I guess you're not planning to read the Daodejing any time soon, then.
Sometimes strangers say hilarious things though. Did I ever tell you the Cuban guy story? Although in France men are always trying to talk women up on the street.
yesss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i can be friendly, but there are sometimes where people should take a damn hint. is it something to do with being a new yorker?
I know I'm dredging one up from the archives here, but I wanted to record: I was sitting in Starbucks today, ploughing through the depths of the Origin of Species, when this guy starts talking to me about how someone eerily similar to the girl he's been trying to pick up on eHarmony just showed up in the obituaries in the newspaper.
And I thought of this blog post. And left the Starbucks.
That is all.
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