You have had it happen before. You have that friend, or know those people who just lay it all out on the table. You know, the person who tells you everything about their date the night before...I mean, everything. The group of people who meet you and want to know why you are choosing the celibate lifestyle and wearing sweats instead of slacks and heels.
I mean, I get it...you have this fun, obscure, bazaar life that you just HAVE to share with everyone like a bad case of crabs and you, you being the victim, want to cringe every time you see that person.
So maybe it is me, or maybe I am on to something; the something being that society is just too personal. Too personal in being that no one needs to know about your weird, zany life and those weird zany dates or moments you partake in. Yes, you in the flowered cap and sparkly shoes, I am talking to you.
There is no reason to be this personal. June did not ask Ward his favorite position on their first date. So please, keep it under wraps. It is okay with your friends, but leave poor acquaintances alone. Leave innocent bystanders be. Maybe in the long run, get a journal or start a blog where you can put your weird banter down. But for now, keeping the play-by-play in your head on pause is quite all right.