Her Thought Piece

I wanted to pour my heart out but… You didn’t ask me. I am not inherently the type that just pours whenever I feel burdened.  I am a tickly lady but it takes more than the “hi, how was your day?” series of questions to  poke issues from the pits of my troubled soul. It also sometimes take more than a day of chit- chat to break through the “I-have-been-great” veil that I wear on my face. I do not ask you to  shake things off me, I do not have to be going through something every day, but realistically I  cannot be so great 365 days a year, or every twice a week that we get to talk. Disconcerting  and painful tales do not readily respond to the “how-are-you?” probes for some of us too. You look more curious than caring . That is a no-no. I am a private being. I do not spill my  beans on you just since you asked. I can tell that you just want to know and maybe feel good  that someone told you something sensitive. You do not follow up the details. Days later you  do not want t