It's my birthday on Friday, I said, and rambled a little. Then I said, "When is your birthday?"
"November 23," he answered. This co-worker I only see once a week at 5:30am.
"So then what's your sign?" I asked.
"Uh... Sagittarius."
"Do you feel like a Sagittarius?"
"Ah... no, not really. I don't know. No. I don't let other people tell me who I am."
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Two thoughts:
1. Do people realize my (impertinent) sudden interest in them is not out of nowhere, but out of a self-conscious feeling that I have been talking too much about myself and I would like to immediately balance the conversation back out? If so, does it make my interest seem insincere? If so, do they care?
2. That's a good answer. I DON'T LET OTHER PEOPLE TELL ME WHO I AM. That's like something Coco Chanel would say.
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