“I tell you, I was just sitting here and I felt something big.”
I am very interested in other people’s feelings. But you don’t have to say what it was.
I don’t know. We sit on a bench and everyone should be allowed to feel something big.
“That’s a good theory.”
But I still don’t want to ask you what it was.
I don’t want to be rude.
But we’re just sitting here. Maybe I think it’s a little strange that you reveal to me that you just felt something big in the first place. Why not keep it to yourself?
It seems totally unmotivated. Why not use the big feeling you just felt to think about what we we’re talking about?
“Now I have forgotten the big feeling as well as the topic of our conversation.”
Then you should have told me what the big feeling was about, because I also forgot what we were talking about.
“Maybe we talked about something quite ordinary.”
I’m not ordinary.
“You never have any big feelings.”
Yes, but I rarely talk about them.
“Did you just fart?”
“I think you’re farting.”
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