... except on public transportation.
I don't know why it is, but on the rare occasions I take the bus downtown I always manage to attract the ONE person who has evidently used their day-pass from the sanitarium for the sole purpose of sitting next to me and telling me their woes and their life-story. I don't ask for this honor; I don't sit there with big moist Dondi eyes begging to play bus-seat psychiatrist, but that honor is bestowed upon me nonetheless.
... oh, and except when I'm trying to concentrate on my writing and my roommate insists on gabbing. Again, I'm pretty sure I don't have a "THE DOCTOR IS:IN" sign hanging over the desk, but that doesn't matter; I become the involuntary receptacle for her verbal effluvia.
... and of course when I'm just walking up to the convenience store to grab a healthy snack of Monster Energy drinks and Cheezie Doodles dipped in confectioner's sugar, and the owners of the store want to discuss the current state of world politics and several economic recovery theories with me. Hey, if I wanted conversation I'd join Knights of Columbus - just gimme' the darned snacks and take my money!
*doing a Rodney Dangerfield imitation*
"Monks don't get no respect!"