Don't Mind Me, I'm Just Absorbing Your Negative Energy

To the clueless yapper at Chadaka Thai restaurant last Friday, I hope you don't mind that I'm taking it upon myself to speak for your friend. I don't know either of you but I feel compelled to be her voice. After all, she didn't seem to have one. I know that's not your fault. We're each responsible for speaking up for ourselves and setting our own boundaries. But as an introvert (which I'm guessing she is based on how quickly she imploded over the course of 2 hours), maybe she hasn't read Susan Cain's Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can't Stop Talking. Maybe she doesn't know what her boundaries are. Maybe she didn't want to hurt your feelings. Or maybe she was just too damn exhausted by your loud incessant ranting and constant complaining about your life to utter a single word. No, I wasn't eavesdropping. The entire restaurant heard your story about how the tall player guy you were kind-of-sort-of-but-not-really dating said he was working late and couldn't go out with you and then you heard he was out with another woman and then you confronted him and then he said he really was working and then you said he's a liar and then he said he wasn't and then you said he was and then... I could go on and on. Like you did. All while your friend was slowly sinking further and further into her chair like a melting blob of wax under a giant heat lamp. Did you not notice? You couldn't have because you kept going. On. And on. And on. You must be a singer, or...
Source: Healthy Living - The Huffington Post - Category: Consumer Health News Source Type: news