A Personal Observation
Why is it that the majority of single twenty-something people I know are always whining about their lack of love life and plotting ways to get a date? I’m in the same age group, and as a single person I should empathize, but I don’t. Not really. I have no inclination to commiserate. Instead, I just listen and privately wish for someone to ram a screwdriver in my head so I don’t have to be inundated with their ranting anymore.
Or maybe most twenty-something people aren’t very good conversationalists*.
*Heck, I know I’m not. Nobody wants to hear me expounding on how cool it is that some people have neurological disorders that make them scratch their brains out. But at least I don’t stoop to constantly complaining.