I'm usually the quiet figure people gravitate towards for near confession level of conversation, my facial expression at rest must give off a trusting aura because strangers, not always strange people, tell me things about their lives I don't feel I need know. Not to be rude or insensitive but I don't need to nor care to know your personal problems, domestic turbulence, state of your emotional triggers or how well aunt Agnes is doing after her triple bypass appendectomy. Maybe this is an subconscious side effect of social media, maybe it's all the synthetic animal hormones in vegan foods, whatever causes this peculiar social interaction often leaves me asking just what is too much information. My response to these interesting people is polite and of few words. I encounter all sorts, mostly religious campaigners. So am I broadcasting empathetic hypersensitivity or does my face at rest attract all matter of snake oil salesmen?
Don't get me wrong I find people interesting, people amid in the minority in the universe expanse of assholes, assholes aren't interesting despite any fetish for extraterrestrial anal probing. I am likely on the low end of the HSP / Empathy scale, more of a don't care to know philosophy when someone spins their tale, pitch their hustle or try convince me how I need Jesus in my life.
So, why this requirement to gush out information to fill an awkward silence with verbal diarrhea?
Fear. What they fear, not my place to know.
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