I started driving for Uber last night, and I took home 4 people from a Halloween party. The guy who called us sat in the front passenger seat, while the other 3 crammed into the back. One thing I noted was that despite them constantly chatting with each other as I concentrated on the drive, I would often think they were talking to me. And then at one point, the man in the passenger seat snapped his fingers back at his fellow party-goers, and I immediately thought he was my dad snapping at me in response to me doing something bad. I felt berated. But then I realized, this guy was talking to the people in the back seat.
I always think that people are talking about me at first whenever I come across people holding a conversation, but then when I think about it, I realize they're not.
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