Random people talk to me. Specifically, people I've never met come up to me at random and confess weird shit about themselves. I have a theory about this now: a theory that goes against pretty much everything I've believed up until this point in my life.
I want to blame all of this on the wine, because it's a way better excuse than more likely causes, such as old age, Zoloft consumption, or the soul-imploding monotony of a day job. Either way, my wires are getting crossed. I slip into conversational auto-pilot, and what is typically a salutation reserved for my family and closest friends gets accidentally thrown out at random to strangers