We all know them those people who suck the life out of you with neediness. For some reason I seem to attract them whether online or in my day to day life.
I am that person you call when you need a last minute baby sitter or are short a volunteer for an activity. I am the person who gets the life story of the gas station attendant when I am just trying to buy a pack of gum. This also makes me the person people call when they are depressed or out of sorts with the world.
You would also call me the person talk whom people call when they want to talk badly about someone else(which drives me crazy). I am especially that person when two friends are squabbling and they want someone to listen to their side of whatever has tweeked one or both of them off.
Oh yes, I am also that person that people confide dark secrets and burden me with not being allowed telling anyone. If you need medical advice and are to cheap to call your doctor or to even try to look it up online then call me. I am the person who must have the answers.
I have looked in the mirror and I am fairly confident that no where on my forehead are tattooed the words "tell me, I care". Yet, I am "That Person".
