At church

She comes up to me at church: "Ooh, do you kind of want to farm.. I can't imagine you in an office-- you just seem like the type of girl who wouldn't want to be doing some business..."

For the past 8 years. I get the same B.S. every time she sees me. I want to tell her to shut up. But I smile and nod and feed her stupid curiosity. And don't act like I am being sensitive.

It is calculating and transparent.

She doesn't give care about me or what I do with my life.

I should just say, yes, it is my dream to give away everything I've lived and breathed to someone else. boy. Maybe I will just say that next time she asks. SOME PEOPLE.