This past week has been busier than a wooly mammoth waxing studio. But somehow, in the midst of running around, I've learned something important about people. Everyone is DYING to talk about something personal, and if you invite them to do so, you'll become the sounding board.
I spent a good portion of the week interviewing people for articles in Style & Design. I guess my realization of this fact started with my interviewees, who were eager to spill all kinds of beans to me.
"I can't get through a civic meeting without bringing my Ativan," revealed one woman.
Then a minute later, she offered me a shot of the vodka she brought back from New Orleans. It was only 11 a.m.
"I don't normally drink this early," I admitted. "But if you want to put a splash of Kahlua in your coffee, I don't mind."
I think she actually wanted me to say, "YES! Let's take a shot."
One recurring theme I noticed was ex-husbands. EVERYone I talked to was ready to talk crap in that department.
"It was the most traumatic time of my life," confessed one lady. "I should have never gotten married at 36 years old. I missed my window!"
"My ex left me living in a trailer and driving a car that breaks down on the bridge," said another woman at Tuesday Morning. (I had wandered into the store to inquire why the hell Food Lion had closed next door, and I couldn't therefore buy a greeting card for my old boss' birthday.)
"I'm ...sorry to hear that.." I replied helplessly after listening to her plight. I was starting to wonder if I had "Please spill your secrets" written on my forehead at that point.
It's funny, but if you give strangers an inch, they'll spout out their autobiographies. As a talk-a-holic, I try not to follow suit.
Anyone else encounter this lately?