ruthless compassion (aroraborealis) wrote,
ruthless compassion
aroraborealis

When I'm out west, I know how to respond to strangers talking to me on the street or in coffee shops or the like. Hell, when I'm out west, I'm as likely to be the one striking up the conversation. But here in New England, I've easily adapted to the mind-your-business attitude of the culture, and I tend to move through public places in my own little world, which means, among other things, that I sometimes take a moment to recognize friends when I run into them unexpectedly.

It also means that when the strange guy on the other end of the couch from me at Diesel says to me, while I'm wearing headphones, "It's 95 out!!" I laugh uncomfortably and say, "Yeah, it's hot!" And when he seems to want to continue the conversation, I just stare at him open-mouthed, like a fish gasping for air, wondering what on earth is going on. The wittiest thing I could come up with was, "Yup, sure is hot," after each thing he said. Now, he's stopped talking to me, but I fear he'll try again.
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