Stood there listening to my neighbor (whom I’ve never spoken to before) talk about books (yay) and a summary of recent life (oh gosh) for 20+ minutes while I repeated my normal conversational go to of “Oh yea, I get that” over and over again, whilst the sweat build up beneath my titties slowly dripped down my abdomen. I know so much about this stranger now, but not their name.
I’d love it if my anxiety took the form of making me unapproachable instead of locking me in the place of “Quiet, good listener.” People are interesting but I am thoroughly exhausted.
