Stop sharing your business with me....
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More fun at the grocery store...
My daughter and I were out shopping for a few groceries earlier today. Just a short list, basket full at the most. While in the store, I took us down the aisle where the ice cream is (one of my vices, I do like to induldge in eating ice cream) and we were checking out what brand was on sale and of those what variety we might be interested in.
While in the ice cream aisle, we seemed to be lucky enough to bump into someone who was telling an old friend (at least I hope it was old friend she was telling) about some horrible disease which had caused much grief for her, her husband, and her children, whom she had apparently passed the disease down to. Now, I'm not one to pay that much attention to other peoples business, but some people seemed so destined to share their business with others, it can't be helped.
In this woman's (and her family's) case, just by being in the ice cream aisle at the right time myself and my young daughter were able to determine that someone in the woman's family (choice between her or her husband) had picked up this disease, which apparently is a shhhhhhh! sexually transmitted disease and it was responsible for her child's ADHD and a host of other issues that needed to be talked about to this old family friend right in the middle of the store on a Sunday afternoon -- typically when many individuals would have left church and be shopping on their way home.
I know that it's fairly natural to wind up eavesdropping on other individuals conversations, but some conversations really aren't meant to be shared (or at least should not be shared) and many of them are not really appropriate material for sharing in public places.
What motivates some individuals to share their life stories with the world, or at least to ignore the fact that the world may be hearing them, escapes me. It's a level of exhibitionism that ranks right up there. I've blogged in the past about cell phone users and their ignorance of those around them. Both seem related. I half expect these are the types of individuals that would have no problem performing a sex act in the middle of an auditorium full of people, because they really seem that out of tune with the fact that most individuals don't need to know what is going on in their lives to that level of detail.
I guess I should just ignore stuff like this, but instead, I'm now thinking I need to go back to the store next week to get an update, like the next episode of Desparate Housewives or some other weekly soap opera. How I'll be able to live without knowing what happened to this family is just beyond me. Somehow I'll cope. Maybe I'll just tune in to the Oxygen channel, Soap net, or some such and watch an episode or two of whatever the current popular soap opera is. In so doing, maybe I can determine once and for all if art imitates life or is it really the other way around.
My daughter and I were out shopping for a few groceries earlier today. Just a short list, basket full at the most. While in the store, I took us down the aisle where the ice cream is (one of my vices, I do like to induldge in eating ice cream) and we were checking out what brand was on sale and of those what variety we might be interested in.
While in the ice cream aisle, we seemed to be lucky enough to bump into someone who was telling an old friend (at least I hope it was old friend she was telling) about some horrible disease which had caused much grief for her, her husband, and her children, whom she had apparently passed the disease down to. Now, I'm not one to pay that much attention to other peoples business, but some people seemed so destined to share their business with others, it can't be helped.
In this woman's (and her family's) case, just by being in the ice cream aisle at the right time myself and my young daughter were able to determine that someone in the woman's family (choice between her or her husband) had picked up this disease, which apparently is a shhhhhhh! sexually transmitted disease and it was responsible for her child's ADHD and a host of other issues that needed to be talked about to this old family friend right in the middle of the store on a Sunday afternoon -- typically when many individuals would have left church and be shopping on their way home.
I know that it's fairly natural to wind up eavesdropping on other individuals conversations, but some conversations really aren't meant to be shared (or at least should not be shared) and many of them are not really appropriate material for sharing in public places.
What motivates some individuals to share their life stories with the world, or at least to ignore the fact that the world may be hearing them, escapes me. It's a level of exhibitionism that ranks right up there. I've blogged in the past about cell phone users and their ignorance of those around them. Both seem related. I half expect these are the types of individuals that would have no problem performing a sex act in the middle of an auditorium full of people, because they really seem that out of tune with the fact that most individuals don't need to know what is going on in their lives to that level of detail.
I guess I should just ignore stuff like this, but instead, I'm now thinking I need to go back to the store next week to get an update, like the next episode of Desparate Housewives or some other weekly soap opera. How I'll be able to live without knowing what happened to this family is just beyond me. Somehow I'll cope. Maybe I'll just tune in to the Oxygen channel, Soap net, or some such and watch an episode or two of whatever the current popular soap opera is. In so doing, maybe I can determine once and for all if art imitates life or is it really the other way around.
