Not The Favorite

I have a face that seems to put people at ease. I don’t quite know what it is but when people see this face, they tell me things. Personal, private things. I don’t mind, normally, except if I’m in a public washroom and they won’t let me leave by blocking the door. Yes, that actually happened to me, with a total stranger.

This face is a friendly face, I guess. And as long as they don’t want advice, I am prepared to let a person speak their mind. Perhaps I should consider a career change to Professional Listener/Secret Keeper.

Labels: Misc.