So I've been bopping around this area for a while now, and you get talking to people when you stay in one place for a long time. It's just one of those things that happens. Gets cold in winter, you meet the locals.

So anyway I've been talking to this one local for a while, we've got a bit in common and I think as far as things go we're pretty well off. I know who they are and I'm okay with it and they know who I am and they're okay too.

So we talk and talk and talk some more and then this one day, they turn to me and they're like 'you know I don't really feel like talking about this right now"

'This' thing being basically my worries and woes about the world. Jeeze, so I'm like 'cool, cool, let's talk about blah blah blah...'

so the days go by and I'm feeling kinda down again, feel the need to rest my world of worries on someone else's shoulder before my neck gives out so I gives them a call and they're like 'sure, I'm free'

so we go for a little walk, mope about my room for a while, and I start confessing my concerns, hopes, dreams etc...

and guess what!

'yeah...can we not talk about this?'

WTF

So I give them a good long stare, my brain doing laps around the block as I just physically shut off. I mean, I'm not one to really come out about these things, and when I do, it's kinda out of a need-I hate being dubbed a whiner and it's usually a serious concern and they don't want to hear about it. The most concentrated me they'll ever get-rejected. Flat out.

Well damn, I'm glad it wasn't over the phone-but still.

It wasn't really a big deal for them either, 'I can't stand you, so what's for dinner again?" I mean perfect perfect intonation. They could give Ben Stein a run for his money.

So? So they don't care. So what....so... So have they ever cared?