One of the most depressing part of getting older seems to be the repetition, the creeps. Sometimes I wonder whether it is arrogant to think you knew where the conversation lead to the hitherto unknown person X. But it's true: It takes the same conversation with different people on similar topics, which are always stereotyped and move into well-worn paths of thought. You guessed already at the beginning of the conversation, like a person X will categorize themselves and what point is therefore probable. Is that reassuring or terribly boring?
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