I went to a party once and a woman there instantly began telling me all of her incredibly horrifying life’s troubles. She delivered them all very casually, as if remaking upon the decor. I really wasn’t sure what to make of that! She was a complete stranger, apparently sober, telling me things that my closest friends discuss only reluctantly. I didn’t know how to respond. Was she making smalltalk? Did she want to be comforted? Did she want me to call the police? Did she want to hire me as an assassin? Was she attempting to make me feel more comfortable by displaying her own vulnerabilities? She didn’t seem actively distraught and she had no reason to trust me.
Ah yes. The California conversation. So rarely experienced in the wilds, but unmistakable when observed.
“California conversation”? Is this a notoriously Californian thing?
it must be because i have had this exact experience with people from California at least twice a week and i’m just trying to do my job
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