I don’t like bumping into people from my ‘past lives’ (when you’re old enough you will have this). This imp’s blog post reminded me of it and thank goodness I’m not such a misfit after all. There are people with similar inclinations.
When I was in my twenties and earlier I loved people…I loved everyone. Now….I often say I don’t like people. Well more accurately not all people (just the arrogant bullying ones) but I have empathy for people especially the humble ones in bad situations.
What I dread most in engaging in small talk with and being interrogated about my life by nosey parkers (who don’t really truly care about me as they are not always in my life but seem to relish the gossip).
I live in fear of bumping into people I just don’t want to see.
I sound mean but that’s just the honest truth.
But strangely I enjoy interactions with fellow bloggers/writers as then you connect about things that feed your soul…not winning at the rat race, titles, money and other so called material superficial things valued by society (sadly especially Singapore society).
