A friend tells me I am "blunt"; I prefer the word "direct"! That friend tells me that the mysterious ones "obviously enjoy drama". My husband says I am accustomed to quick wit and "verbal shorthand" and repartee of family and friends. I told him, "No, I just want people to answer the damned questions I ask and not who shot John and forty-eleven other things!" He says I sound like Judge Judy!
I can't understand it when people can't get to the point! Why do they belabor? Yesterday, I asked a simple question, "What is she going to do with them?" Finally, after a long-winded ad nauseam preface which included how she knew the person, who the person was related to whom she knew, where the person lived, all of which had nothing to do with my simple inquiry, I finally screaked, "What the Hell is she going to do with them?" Only then did I have the answer which contained seven words, which is all that I really wanted to know!
Recently, one was bragging about being "out west". I believe that in a normal conversation, one would ask why the other person was "out west", but when I did that, I was greeted with a furtive response which just irritated me. I asked, "Do you think you're Austin Powers, The International Man Of Mystery? I think the sarcasm was lost on him! Why tell me about being somewhere if he didn't want me to know "the rest of the story"? Should adults be forced to play "20 Questions"?
Why do they make me "pry" for information? Why do they feel compelled to shroud everything in mystery? Today one of the two said mysteriously that she couldn't meet with me because she had to be somewhere else. WHERE? I didn't care; I didn't take the bait this time. I've decided that will be my tack in the future; I'll just ignore the drama!
If they don't want me to know, why broach the subject in the first place?
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I know I'm not the one! No mystery about me! ML
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