This Is Not Me
Do you find yourself acting a lot when you are out in public? Or is it just me? Especially in the workplace. Somebody is telling me their life story when I am checking them out. As a cashier I get all types of people and many love to talk. I listen and reply accordingly. When really sometimes I just want to say, I don’t care. So, I do a lot of acting. Acting concerned, acting like I do care. When I could give a crap less. What I really need to know is this something that only I do? Or do other people, do it? The photo above puts me in a calmer mood. I can adjust and carry on with my day. Photos of the outdoors have a Zen like quality, and I feel at peace in a chaotic place. It sets my mood to happy.
I'm Just Me
Is there something wrong with me that I don’t care about other people's problems? I have enough going on in my life, and I really don’t need to stand and talk for a half an hour with someone whom I do not know who is filling me in on why their boyfriend is an asshat. Please, get rid of him then. Easy peasy. Simple as that. Otherwise shut up about it.
Me, Cynical
Maybe it is me. Maybe I am cynical. Maybe working in Law Enforcement made me this way. At times I feel myself starting to get a headache if someone talks for an extended period of time. Do I know you, should you be telling me all this stuff about your life? I have to stand and oh and ah over things that have nothing to do with me. Who cares if you get a divorce? Life goes on and the world keeps turning. It doesn’t revolve around you. Nor should it. We all have to live here and staying in your own space and out of mine is a good idea.
Talk, Talk, Talk
We all have problems, none of our lives are perfect. But I don’t go around spilling my guts to the check-out girl at the store. Whom I do not know. Who does that kind of stuff? Plenty of people let me tell you. I’ve run across them. They are content to stand and fill you in on every aspect of their lives. I can tell it’s going to be a long wait when they come up to the register and start on their boyfriend or girlfriend. If no one is behind them I’m in for the duration. Listening with only one ear open I grunt when I think they need a reply. Because really, they are just talking to satisfy themselves. They aren’t interested in my commentary. So, a nod every once in a while, suits them fine. The pressure starts to build in my head and after they walk out the door, I release it. Talking to myself is preferable so I do it.
We All Do It
Acting like I care is something I’ve gotten very good at. No one can tell the difference. I act concerned and make all the right responses. Maybe I should have gone into acting. I feel as if I do it anyway but I’m not getting paid.
Break over and back to work. Lights, camera, action.