I didn't think I would ever hear myself saying that I enjoyed a dmc. Granted I was not the one talking about my life, which is not necessarily my favorite thing to do. It's hard to get a college student to delve into their past and think about how it effects them today; it just doesn't generally happen. So talking about why campfires/the dark make people spill their guts was a well needed relief.
Though, I don't think it makes me any more willing to spill my guts any time soon. But it makes me realize how nice it is to know people on more than just the surface level.