I actually prefer telling the truth, and watching them slip rapidly into regret for asking personal questions for which two seconds’ rational thinking would have told them the answer would be deep into the realm of TMI
what exactly did you expect asking things like “oh you were sick? with what?” and “how can you need to go to the bathroom again”
one of the great triumphs of my teenage years was the time when my nosy aunt asked me how i got an ugly scrape on my finger– and just as I began to launch into a gleefully detailed answer, she admitted, “wait. I just realized i don’t want to know.”
like. I actually made an adult think about what they were saying for once. its a heady feeling i tell you
