Saturday, May 8, 2010

day one hundred twenty-three.


i was talking with a friend last night about oversharers- how they fascinate me, because i tend to sway toward the opposite extreme of disclosure, that of keeping most things to myself. how sometimes people just have no filter, because they are either not very self-aware, have no one else to talk to, or just care very little how they are perceived. and how we'd better get used to this sort of thing, because people share unprovoked personal issues with librarians all the time.

when we were talking about our families later, that same friend apologized for what she said was an overshare, but was really just a personal detail relevant to a question i had asked (and what are friendships based on, if not partly in being able to understand one another).

what i wanted to say was, "i do care about your life." personal details should never be totally off limits. when i say "overshare," i don't mean never getting into anything personal. what i mean is that i find it highly confusing when someone tells me on the first occasion of our meeting, and in graphic detail, the story of how she didn't know she was pregnant until the baby CAME OUT. this is what fascinates, endlessly.




the weather is tearing tape from my walls.
i might reinlist the space heater, on leave for the season.

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