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Misplaced Sympathy...
Recently I had this conversation with a co-worker whom I barely know:
Her: (walks up to my desk) Hey, how are you?
Me: (with a smile) I'm fine, thanks.
Her: You look like you're not feeling too well. Do you have the flu?
Me: (no longer smiling) No, I'm not sick. This is how I always look.
Her: Oh. Well, I get those dark circles, too, when I stay out too late. Then I have to put on makeup before I come to work.
Me: I am wearing makeup.
Her: Oh. Um, well, I came to ask you about... (work stuff).
I am so tired of having conversations like that. My fragile self-esteem doesn't need that kind of crap. Why do people I barely know - or even total strangers - unload their false sympathy on me? They are oblivious and they speak before thinking.
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Don't mind her. She's still upset because someone dropped a house on her sister.
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