Idk about you but personally I wouldn’t choose myself as somebody to talk to even if the boredom kills me.
Indeed, I do enough talking to myself in the present, often reliving the past…
if the boredom kills me.
when you’re at that point, i don’t think it’s a conscious decision
The kind of person that can’t just shut the fuck up for 20 mins.
Maybe he’s been in line for weeks.
Now i assume either he had a very good conversation to the point he wanted to have it twice, or he has the memory of a goldfish
Or was worried about breaking the spacetime continuum
or he refused
The line for getting on a cruise ship: The QE2 queue.
Here in New York we call this on line
Well, they do. I only lived here briefly. And at this point I’m in the US less than half of the year anyway.
