People I don't know tend to over share personal details with me. The most recent example occurred this week when a guy (I really can't remember his name) let me know that:
1. He has 4 kids
2. One is from an early relationship when he was a teenager.
3. His wife has had multiple c-sections.
4. His wife has a thin uterus wall, thus preventing her from having more kids.
To be clear, there was no discussion on kids or uteruses prior to this conversation. As a matter if fact, I was quietly enjoying my lunch when he overwhelmed me with visions of his wife's baby oven.
This isn't the first time this has happened to me. I used to pick up random carpoolers at the Metro bus stop so I could take the HOV lane into downtown Houston. STOP. Read that again:
I used to pick up random carpoolers at the Metro bus stop so I could take the HOV lane into downtown Houston.
I can't believe I ever thought this was a good idea. That alone should let you know how horrific traffic is on Highway 290.
One more side note: Should we be shocked that Kai the hatchet-wielding hitchhiker is a possible murderer? We gave him positive feedback and late night fame for killing a guy with a hatchet! I digress...
Anyway, people would get in my car and no sooner than reaching a comfortable cruising speed I would learn about their marital problems, miscarriages and financial woes.
Maybe people are just desperate to talk. Maybe my large ears make them subconsciously think I am a good listener. Maybe people are crazy.
I can't be alone here. Have you ever been the victim of an over-sharer? Please, over share.



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