I’ve always been really quiet which is something that I’ve tried to rid myself of. I tell myself to be more talkative and open. To do this and do that. The older I get though. The more I realize that I find people and what they talk about to be boring. Not to say that I’m oh so interesting or great, but I’m done blaming myself for this shit.
I work at a place that does wedding receptions. Today, the father of the bride asked the kitchen to take some food out to 2 homeless people sitting on a bench in Oakley Square. We agreed. As I walked towards the 2 people, I began questioning whether or not they were homeless. They had shopping bags and were eating ice cream from Aglamesis. Offered them food, they politely refused. Realized that...