You know people tend to find other people to talk to, about just ANYTHING.
As for me, well, so far I do talk to people I know about problems, underlying problems. But that's because I just need to throw my problems out.
Other than that, everything goes back into the lil drawer in my mind.
And so somehow I became the key to other people's drawer, unknowingly.
It was just 12 weeks in Monash, and people do start telling me stories.
Practically about anything. Sometimes the topics just caught me off guard.
It ranges from girls talking about homosexuality and guys talking about how to date girls, the dad's friend has gotten HIV and the brother is in love with Chris Evans.
Some even asked me how they'd looked in their new outfit.
But then again, this was a comment I got from one of my coursemates in Monash, which I'm totally flattered:
"I find you much easier to talk to than *beep*. *Beep* sometimes just give me some weird vibes."
Wow, that's a real breathtaking compliment. I mean, being able to let someone else to lose their guard on you to tell you everything is pretty much a big thing to do. I know I don't just lay down my guard easily.
And I do welcome people to talk to me, and I've really learned to just listen and give cohesive replies to let people to talk more.
It just stroke me when one of my coursemate just PMed me and wondered where on earth did I disappear to. I didn't attend university for the past week because the mom needs lotsa help in the company.
Since I won't be continuing my studies in Monash anymore, why bother attending right? I did want to attend some pharmacology classes, but work calls.
So he actually noticed my absence. I guess I am that obvious after all.
Delusion, that part of me never changed since Taylors I guess.
Yet, I think I will go for allowing animals to open up their hearts to the cruel cruel human population.