Me, me, me.

In the six years that I’ve been in my flat, I have spoken no more than a few words to my neighbour who lives upstairs. In the last two weeks, however, I have had two proper conversations with him. The first was when he came and asked if I had a bike pump he could borrow, and the second was when he just happened to be passing, and I just happened to be outside.

He knows the local area better than I do, and as I recently bought a bike, I am keen to learn about all the paths and off road tracks in the locality, so that is what I tried to talk to him about. All he seemed to want to talk about was the medication he was on for his mental problems and his previous suicide attempts. I will probably try to avoid him in future if all he wants to do is talk about himself.

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People like him are why I never bother with my neighbours. I haven't time or inclination to listen to a stranger's problems.

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Me neither, Tachyon. I don't trouble anybody with my medical problems, and all I ask in return is that they don't trouble me with theirs.

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Its good to talk.
Apparently.

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I will talk to anyone, regardless, I even talk to my Bikes.

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I don't mind people talking; it's only when they talk to me that I don't like it.

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Have you named your bike, Spitty? Its only polite to address it by name if you chat to them.

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The trouble is some people just want to deliver a monologue to you, whereas I consider a "talk" to be an agreeable exchange of pleasantries. I'm not their friend nor am I a paid therapist who is obliged to listen to their uninteresting monologues.

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Yes that's the thing....as soon as they have your attention, its like a free pass to explode their life all over you.

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I like your attitude, Tachyon.