If we have a business appointment and you arrive late, a simply apology is appreciated. It is not necessary to inform me that you’re late because your boyfriend/partner was having a vasectomy and it took longer than anticipated. I don’t know you. And now I never want to meet your boyfriend. If you introduce me to him six months from now, he’ll still be Vasectomy Man in my mind.
When I ask you how you’re doing, if things are not going well for you today or if you’re mourning the recent loss of a family member, it is appropriate to tell me what’s on your mind. I’m not heartless.
But if I’m standing in line at the bank, and you (a complete stranger) suddenly begin to talk with me about your daughter’s drug problem, I become puzzled. Did I say anything to lead into this conversation? I decide I did not. Is there a sign that says “Say no to drugs” in the bank lobby? I don’t see one. I decide that you are so overwhelmed the words had to come out and I’m the random person that is standing in front of you.
But then it happens again. And again.
It might be my introverted self thinking this but people seem to be sharing personal details that used to be…. well, personal. And I remain puzzled.
If this happens to you, I’d like to hear about your experiences – and how you handle those inappropriate comments. Or is it just me?
P.S. Day Two of my Take Back the Evening project produced mixed results. I watched a recorded episode of The Blacklist so I saved time by speeding through the commercials. My next planned viewing was Modern Family at 9 PM – and then I discovered the show was replaced with the Country Music Awards. I found myself running through the online guide and watching a few minutes of several shows before I ruled them out. Hoping I didn’t help their ratings by lingering for a few minutes.