Yesterday I managed to have an entire conversation with someone who was actually not talking to me at all. If you’re wondering how that’s possible, two words.
Eye
contact.
If someone is looking at you when they start talking, and doesn’t correct you when you respond, and is talking about a very vague subject which could apply to anyone in the room, it’s an easy mistake to make. You know how you’ve waved at people who weren’t waving at you, but at someone behind you? It was like that. Except it lasted five minutes. I thought about flipping my car on the way home but decided it would be more satisfying and dramatic to sing along to “Shout” at the top of my lungs while weeping.
It’s a cruel world.
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