I hate when strangers try to talk to me.
Perhaps this sounds indicative of a sociopath, but I think it’s a rather normal pet-peeve that people have.
When I have my headphones in (which is virtually 100% of the time that I’m outside my home), I don’t want some random person trying to talk to me about the weather, or any other useless topic, for that matter.
Standing outside the dry cleaner’s because the line was so long, a man behind me tries to strike up a conversation:
“Pretty long line, huh?”
What am I supposed to say to this? “Yes, it’s pretty long…”?
What are you hoping to accomplish by directing a question towards a stranger, more particularly a question in which its relative answer is LITERALLY STANDING RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU?
As total strangers, what could we possibly talk about for 5 minutes that could bring any real value to either of our lives? Our gradually deteriorating romantic relationships? The existence of God? Our deep-seated insecurities and how we mask them with the illusion of confidence?
No. Stay away from me.
Until next time,
Michael J. Erickson, CEO & Co-Founder
