Want me to tell your story?

Since I live with actual people now, it comes with the obligation to stay longer at the dining table and listen countlessly to their nonstop rants about life, along with a few reminiscing moments that goes on for over an hour. And throughout that time, I have to smile, nod and give occasional comments to make it seem that I care. Even though the whole world knows I don't give a fuck. 

But go ahead. Talk. Tell me about that one time you were the most popular girl at school. Oh you got issues? Tell me more. Oh did you mention your first love? Oh yeah, I can totally relate. 

I sit there, look at you blabber. I'll let you amuse me with your role-plays. Your dialogues were so perfect, was it scripted? Or do you simply just remember all your exact words? Hell, I don't even remember the first word I uttered this morning. 

Just your luck. Today I'm in the mood to interact. So let me ask you questions. Let me know the details. How can you test liars? 

Ask for details. They stutter. They pause. They change topic. And you, you aced it. Congratulations!

Hun, want me to tell your story?

You watch too much Korean dramas, I believe I saw your story coming. 

Let me fill the gaps, let me write the pages, let me tell the details, let me take the lead. And then you follow, you nod along, you get caught. Oh but I won't tell you. I'll just let you talk, add a few glamour to your plot twists, and smile like I truly believed you. It's amusing. 

I'm a better story teller.