Broadcasters

I’ve reached the end of my rope with a certain personality type: the broadcasters. These are the people that talk and talk and need minimal interaction or connection with their listeners. Because God hates me, I’ve had a lot of interactions with Broadcasters recently and have decided that I need to either wear noise-cancelling headphones around all day or make some life changes to cut these personality types out completely. To avoid looking autistic, I’m opting for the latter.

If you have any of these qualities, I don’t want to be friends:

Crap My Boyfriend Brings Home

My boyfriend, BK, loves to shop at thrift stores. I fully support this approach and if he were just going when he needed some new clothes or kitchenware, it would be no big deal. But this is something entirely different.

BK hits up two to three thrift stores a week. I’ve studied this creature in his natural habitat for many moons, trying figure out why the trips are so frequent and here’s my conclusion: part of it is practical (he’s incredibly generous and always buying people things they might need, and he also makes a decent profit reselling things on eBay) and the other part is a clever disguise for a mild case of OCD.