I am. I admit it. If there is a freak within a 20 mile radius...they will find me. I must give off a tolerant vibe. If I'm in the grocery store and someone has had too much to drink, they find me.
If I am at the gas station and someone needs to borrow money...I am the first person they ask.
If one of the mothers on the soccer team decides to confess she is a stripper at night...I am the first one told.
If I choose a doctor for my family...he will inevitably turn out to be Dr. Kevorkian.
If I choose a lawyer for any miscellaneous task, he will at some point have a nervous breakdown and leave me an incoherent screaming voicemail at 10:00 at night for no apparent reason at all.
I practice my mean, don't mess with me face in the mirror but it doesn't seem to work. Of course, I also meet a multitude of wonderful people too so I can't always complain...but sometimes it doesn't seem fair.
Is it only me?