Not again ...
There is a couple of disadvantages of being the minority group in my office. It's the Single vs Married Women group. There are only 3 of us who are still single being surrounded by almost 20 of them who are already married. One of the disadvantages is not being able to join the conversation/fun/experience sharing about your children and the ups and downs of raising them. The best you can do is listen quietly to them jumping about impatiently as they took turn with their stories. And then you slowly slipped away from the group and they don't even notice you're gone.
Another disadvantage is ... still sharing experience/stories but focusing on one topic ... giving birth. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against them telling their stories, heck, I may need some of the experiences myself when I go through the same process (have to focus on finding a husband first, though) as they do. But do they have to do it at exactly 5-minutes before I take my lunch?
And this is not the first time too. You'll be astounded at how graphic they can get. You feel like standing in front of their spreaded legs pushing the baby out. Staying away doesn't help either. Their voice can be heard across the hall! How do they expect me to keep my lunch when I can vividly imagine the blood and the vagina?!?
I just have to let it out of my system here (where else?). I'm sorry if I offended anyone. It was seriously unintentional.
Another disadvantage is ... still sharing experience/stories but focusing on one topic ... giving birth. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against them telling their stories, heck, I may need some of the experiences myself when I go through the same process (have to focus on finding a husband first, though) as they do. But do they have to do it at exactly 5-minutes before I take my lunch?
And this is not the first time too. You'll be astounded at how graphic they can get. You feel like standing in front of their spreaded legs pushing the baby out. Staying away doesn't help either. Their voice can be heard across the hall! How do they expect me to keep my lunch when I can vividly imagine the blood and the vagina?!?
I just have to let it out of my system here (where else?). I'm sorry if I offended anyone. It was seriously unintentional.