You know what bothers me? When Christine is telling a story and doing a great job at it. And then Joseph, having heard half of Christine's story, thinks of his own story that he wants to tell. Maybe it's a relevant experience, maybe he just wants to show that he can relate to her, whatever. It doesn't matter. He interrupts, stops her story, and interjects with his own story.
What bothers me is that Christine might have waited WEEKS to tell that story. She could have been amped as fuck about having the right people to tell the story to; people that she could confide every detail to. But she didn't get to give every detail, because her story was derailed by an eager beaver
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