I’m not…complaining about this. This is ok. If you’re in my car and you need to tell me about your addiction history or your mental health history or the holy-cow-how-many-digits-was-that amount of student debt tied to your name, speak away. We’re all in the rideshare ride together (I think that’s what the “share” part means).
But holy cow.
People keep telling me about their issues.
I didn’t notice it consciously at first. Just kind of realized it looking back over the last two weeks. Thought about the woman yesterday with the controlling Turkish aunt-in-law and then thought about the woman from last week whose drug of choice used to be “laced marijuana” (which is what brought her to Austin—the rehab from that, I mean) and then was reminded that a guy this weekend told me that he was a “full-blown alcoholic” when that big Texas winter storm happened and spent it walking around the city drunk until he eventually met up with a friend and hung out in that friend’s car playing video games for a few days. All nice people. But whoa. That didn’t used to happen.
People didn’t used to tell me anything about their issues. I mean, yeah, now and then you’d get someone opening up, or a good conversation, but not like this. I don’t know if it’s people having been cooped up for a year (is this kind of what everyone warned about with the whole, “social skills will be worse” thing?) or if it’s that the pool of rideshare customers includes fewer of the comfortable (with business travel lessened and hesitancy about car rides with strangers among those who can afford hesitancy) or if maybe I’m just not used to talking to people so people saying big things shakes me more than it did, man. People keep telling me stuff. If I ever meet that aunt-in-law I am not going to be able to conceal my bias against her. She sounded really mean.
common denominator seems to be you. maybe you just have one of those “punch me in the nose with your woes” kind of faces.
i can testify. i know i always wanna punch you in the nose.
With your woes?