Is it just me or are certain people always a little too fervent to the point of being obnoxious in explaining their choices?
Example #1: A group of people are at a bar or some other setting where alcohol is served. When asked what they want to drink this person not only declines but insists on giving a detailed explanation of the (anti-depressant) medication he is taking and how he isn’t allowed to drink any alcohol.
When this happens (and it did every time I was around this guy) we all wished he would talk less and drink more.
Example #2: The stereotypical, fashionably dressed-for-success, luxury car driving, over-achieving, Type-A outgoing personality who, while I wouldn’t describe her as anorexic, is definitely slim. However, for reasons that are not physically obvious in any way, she is on a diet. Every time an opportunity to eat occurs she has to go into an explanation of why nothing out of whatever is available to eat or on the menu is allowed by her “sugar-busters”(?) diet. She is constantly moving and burning calories and is the only person I’ve observed playing imaginary ‘air-drums’ to songs on the radio while driving a vehicle.
If she is ever hospitalized I hope someone accidentally switches her I-V and hooks her up to a bag/bottle of pure sucrose syrup.
soylent soup for the soul 
Ah, now over here, we call those sort of people, whingers.
They whinge on and on about being lactose/peanut/wheat or life intolerant when all they are really is just plain and simple…intolerant.
The people in both scenarios call directory assistance (where i work). My dad once sent me a funny story about new yorkers (found here…
http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-news/551096/posts ) and once i read it… this part clicked home…
“Now, it’s true that a New Yorker doesn’t want your life story. There are too many people, all with life stories. You don’t say to him, “Hi! I’m from Busted Fork and, gee, it sure is a big city, and, you know, we aren’t used to tall buildings. Just look. They’re everywhere. Tall. You know, buildings . . . .”
A resident of the city will listen to this performance and think, “Yeah. OK. Yeah. Whaddaya want? What, I gotta wait for the Ice Age? Come on, spit it. Hey is this guess-my-secret or something?” ”
When I get these people, in my mind I think… Hey, is this guess my secret or something? All I want is the listing… or the drink… or the food item.. Not some long story…