I'm one of those people who must have that kinda face that attracts the "bleeding heart" types. No matter where I go.....grocery store, laundry, museum, etc......I get at least one person who feels a need to strike up a conversation and tell me their life story. Problem is...I only get the miserable parts....ie: "I just had an operation and I didn't recover as they said I should"......or...."We just had to put my mother in a nursing home and couldn't afford the best one for her"........stuff like that!

I used to tend bar......and I am a good listener and a great talker......but this gets depressing after a lifetime with this aura I seem to exude! My mother had it too......so I'm cursed and doomed! LOL!

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