If this is the case, my friend Diane is going to live forever.
Diane just can't help herself. She'll be driving down the highway, see a stranger fishing, and stop to talk to them.
She is one of those people who talks to everyone. One time she was complaining to me that she just wanted to be alone, took a walk around the lake, and was sitting there, and people kept coming up and talking to her. Some of them she knew, and some were strangers.
Picture it: she's sitting there thinking her thoughts, and people just won't leave her alone. I don't believe there wasn't some encouraging going on from her end. I could sit there all day, and nobody would come up and start talking to me.
I'm jealous, of course.
Christmas sunrise, Las Vegas: