I don't really like establishing rapports with random people. I like being friendly with random people, and maybe talking about random topics with them .. but when they start asking personal information (e.g. name, work, study etc) - then I start to get antsy. Not annoyed at the person of course, but Idk ... it just seems pointless and boring to talk about such facts. Who really cares about those things? Especially within minutes of meeting each other? They're just statistics, w/e.
I overheard the conversation of two women striking up a friendship in a bathroom. And they were relating their respective histories and addresses and such to each other before they'd finished washing their hands. They obviously got on well, but it kind of made me uneasy. Because if someone asked me such details after a mere mutual exclamation that we had the same top on, honestly my impulse would just be to make something up. Rather than telling them it's none of their business. And then, imagine if we got on well after that.. The whole relationship would be based on lies!
I've been getting the same bus at night for long enough for the bus driver to smile at me when I get on board. Apparently, he noticed that I have to walk a bit when I get off, because he said he'd drop me off at my door. Which is obviously nice of him.. Except that I like the walk. :/ But being an idiot, I couldn't think of a way to say that without hurting his feelings, or sounding like a lunatic ("Yes, I like walking down a quiet street by myself at midnight!"), so I say "Thankyou! That's kind of you." And explain to him where I live. But he gets the wrong lights, and stops about a block away from my house with a grin on his face. "Here you go!" And I didn't want to tell him that it was the wrong spot, because it seems a big deal when the bus stops, you know? The big puff of the hydrolic thingo, the side tilting down and everything, double doors opening in state.. And I could just hear the collective sighs of the tired people on board who just want to get home. All that for nothing? But I felt like a moron thanking him and dawdling for awhile, so he wouldn't see me walking on after the bus. At least I got a walk out of it after all! Though it was more of an embarrassed jog. But anyway, now I don't feel like taking that bus again .. because of the whole wrong stop thing. I'd feel stupid telling him it was actually the wrong stop, stupider still thanking him for the wrong stop every night, and ungrateful/weird asking him to call the whole thing off. Meh..
Who the hell makes a mess of such trivialities?