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
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 kind of person that can’t just shut the fuck up for 20 mins.
Maybe he’s been in line for weeks.
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.
