You know, this is the thing about people; they are sick of being around themselves for so long. They knows their stories and it's boring to them.
But I believe it's not something we live for,
there's always this someone somewhere who's living right now who is going to listen to ours;
and being with them gives your stories querencia.
And when it does, you eyes stare them not enough to get all at once, but a long time.
Or else we wouldn't call it a life, would we?