Why is it that people feel like they need to tell me the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth...even when the expression on my face clearly states that I don't give a rat's ass what they are telling me.  I have one of those personalities that make people feel at home with me...even people I have just met.  Usually, by the end of my meeting with someone, I know all of their family's dirty little secrets, as well as the role within those secrets that person holds.  You know what?  It is the burden I must bear...and I bear it gladly!!  I think it's awesome that people think they can open up to me...sometimes I just need to tell the world.  Hmmm, this whole "sharing" thing is quite cathardic...