Despite the empty tables in the bar, you sit down at the same table as me. You ask if I would like help with the crossword. I silently debate if I should ask if you think you can actually help me; it seems lately that many persons offer their help and I placate them as they are unable to answer a single clue and/or suggest incorrect answers. As I ponder, you ask why I am sitting alone at a bar with a beer and doing a crossword. I reply that I felt like having a beer and enjoy crosswords. I have stopped at a neighborhood bar on my way home from work. As you have come across as rude and interfering, I suggest that your line of questioning was a somewhat abrasive way to start a conversation. You reply that perhaps you did not think about the way your questions came across and you did not mean offence. You suggest that I might have asked why you were out at a bar with a hot blonde while your girlfriend was at home had I known that that was the case. I think to myself that unless you are in a polyamorous or open relationship, you are simply a jerk. As I am not in the mood to humor you as you attempt to help me with the crossword, I sit there silently unsure what to say. While it can be annoying at times, I do not typically mind humoring others suddenly interested in my crossword. My reticence is specific to you. Please leave me alone. Hmmm...come to think of it, I guess that's why I moved tables shortly after.
My Reticence is Specific to You, You Jerk.
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