I would be a complete zombie…
So perhaps we could talk about zombie movies, which would remind me of a recent road trip I took out into the middle of nowhere.
The roads were lined with road-kill.
Being too tired for filters, I’d probably bring up the topic to which, if you are anything like me, would put us both off our beverages.
Hopefully the view would make better entertainment than the awkward silence that might ensue.
I’d ask you if you have ever had to stay strong when you felt the complete opposite.
I imagine most of you would say yes. I would then ask you to elaborate…Perhaps we could share some funny stories. Like the time I was so upset with a situation, that I went and brushed my teeth… my response to the stress and sadness was so strange that it I ended up laughing at myself.
I guess little things like that can be a relief to the pressure during hard times?
If you have ever experienced relief from a negative feeling or situation in a bizarre unrelated way, please feel free to share! 🙂
If you were to sit next to me right now, with an equally grande sized latte, I would be eternally grateful.
Not because I need a partner in crime so that I don’t feel so incredibly greedy drinking this giant cup of a morning, but because of a recent incident on the bus.
I would ask you, after gently prying to ensure you are not such type a person, why it is that some mothers, in public, indulge in swearing profusely at their children.
They seem to do it in order to make said child less noisy, all the while drawing the commuters attentions (which the children had failed to attract) to their own high pitched and filthily embellished orders.
It also worries me that they can turn it on and off so quickly… As if it is all really an act and in no way a natural human’s occasional lack of emotional control.
The kind of thing I was all too familiar with in customer service call centers where the person on the other end of the line was audibly hyperventilating in anger and frustration (or so I used to believe).
At first I felt really bad for the children…
And then i realized that the children themselves were entirely not phased by it. Is it just me? Am I too sensitive?