Do you want to see 12 pictures of my dog? No? What about a story about my worst date? Worst roommate? Worst boyfriend? How about the time I cried so much in the airport that a flight attendant offered me a bereavement fare even though no one had died? The last time I puked? The first time I puked? The origins of the scar on my elbow? Are you sure? It involves a lot of blood.
The answer to these questions is no. At least, it should be no. Unless you’re my friend or part of my family, I probably shouldn’t tell these stories to you anyway—especially if we only know each other through work.