Today was sadly busy and very little money was made; apparently the cold weather has frozen everyone’s generosity. But as I’m sitting here after working waiting for my ride (as I do every shift), an elderly business man has taken it upon himself to strike a conversation with me.
This happens a lot more than I would prefer. Personally, I don’t like it because I feel awkward talking with a complete stranger knowing that I have no way out of the conversation without being rude. The first time it happened was about a month or so ago. An older woman began a conversation with me and during the two hours we talked I learned that she is originally from Switzerland, she moved to America after marrying her husband (who was in the army at the time) and she has four children and three grandchildren. Her husband came out of retirement and is currently in the business of selling generators to home owners.
Another time, an elderly woman praised me to an hour about how wonderful it was that I was going to college and that I wasn’t the type of person who she assumed I was when she first saw me.
Other times it has been people in the generations older than myself, telling me about their lives and asking me about mine. I feel awkward because my life isn’t really good for casual conversation. What could I tell them “Oh ya, I moved around a lot as a child and finally settled in California and moved to Connecticut about three years ago. Majority of my childhood I was neglected and abused, so when I became a teenager I decided to be rebellious in my own way and even though the abuse stopped, the neglect continued, but hey, at least I made it out and turned my life around. And even though I grew up well below the poverty line and am still currently considered to be living in poverty, at least I and my “hubby” work hard and don’t have any debt. And no, I’m not planning on moving back to California…So are you from this area?” 😀
I could see that conversation going quite well with someone who is at least old enough to be my parent or grandparent.
But currently an elderly man in a suit from the upper east side of New York tried to strike up a conversation. He seemed to not really understand that I didn’t want to talk. He seemed surprised enough that I spent a good amount of my childhood in a rural area and then was moved to a city that many people describe as being a “sketchy area”, but hey, he seems to have become occupied with his work that he brought with him. From what I can tell the work looks like large blueprints of something.
I hate being socially obligated to socialize with people. It’s torture enough at work, let alone when I’m off the clock and just want to sit here quietly minding my own business. Maybe it’s just a thing from where I’m from. No one ever talks to people they don’t know, especially in public places.
Oh well, I guess it’s just something I’m going to have to get used to since it looks like I’m going to be living here for probably the rest of my life.