I use to like gossiping, but now it feels rather forceful and juvenile to me. I go the grocery store and avoid acquaintances I see and know. I like to think that I am too engrossed in my shopping to notice them. The real reason is because I do not what to say. They are characters out of context. The other day I saw my teacher at the store. I normally engage in conversation with her, but it felt wrong to approach her among the diary and produce. I feel this is understandable, and I am not the only one who engages in this type of behavior. Our brains recognize the person, we recount on our memories with the person, we know the person, but not here. They do not belong here. We only know them in a school setting, or a work setting. They cannot possibly be normal people free to move about from the one location we have associated them with. We go into panic mode. What does one do when there is an unexpected turn in the plot line? Our script has omitted this page from the story. This is one of the conversation follies I indulge in all too often; however, when the time comes I can be quite the
I use to like gossiping, but now it feels rather forceful and juvenile to me. I go the grocery store and avoid acquaintances I see and know. I like to think that I am too engrossed in my shopping to notice them. The real reason is because I do not what to say. They are characters out of context. The other day I saw my teacher at the store. I normally engage in conversation with her, but it felt wrong to approach her among the diary and produce. I feel this is understandable, and I am not the only one who engages in this type of behavior. Our brains recognize the person, we recount on our memories with the person, we know the person, but not here. They do not belong here. We only know them in a school setting, or a work setting. They cannot possibly be normal people free to move about from the one location we have associated them with. We go into panic mode. What does one do when there is an unexpected turn in the plot line? Our script has omitted this page from the story. This is one of the conversation follies I indulge in all too often; however, when the time comes I can be quite the