July 18th 2022
Today I had the exact kind of dog chat that I’m going to dread when I get a dog.
“Oh he’s so cute. How old is he?”
“What breed is he?”
“What’s his name?”
I know the answer to all of those questions, I just really cba to have that conversation. It’s just shitty stocking filler. I know why I hate it, but I don’t know why I’m so bad at it.
Generally, I avoided talking to strangers. I can’t do it. I can chat absolute rice to anyone I know, but introduce me to a stranger and i won’t look them in the eye and I will barely say a word.
Unless I’m the right level of drunk. Two beers? I’m fine. Three beers? Pushing it. Four beers? Quiet as a door mouse.
Again, not sure why.
Until tomorrow, I should probably change that about myself.