"i never went fat."
"you're so insecured."
"where are you located from?"
"the pain is standable naman"
since i'm on the 44th floor, i get to hear a lot of conversations in the elevator-- on my way up, and on my way down.
i don't mind, usually, except when they talk really loud about their personal lives which i don't care about much. check this conversation out:
girl 1: really? you talk about work when you're home? kahit na you work in the same place?
girl 2: of course! we're partners. we don't keep secrets from each other. the other night when we were about to sleep, she said....
okay. i have nothing against relationships. what the world needs now is love sweet love. but not in a crowded elevator. and i prefer not to know what couples do before they sleep. close man tayo o hindi. overshare, in my opinion.
still, it breaks the monotony. sometimes i hear jokes being exchanged and i end up smiling. sometimes whispered conversations which somehow carry make me go "aw."
i suppose my reactions really just depend on my mood.
or maybe i'm just insecured.