It was stupid that Jocelyn was letting this get to her. She had heard much worse from all sorts of people. Jocelyn the Ice Queen. Jocelyn the Wallflower. Jocelyn the Robot. Jocelyn the Invisible Girl. Nobody cared about the kid who hadn't so much as had a favorite color or a spark of life in her dull eyes.
Boring. She knew she was boring—she had heard it her whole life—but she didn't want to be boring. If she was boring, Keith wouldn't want to be her friend anymore.
He didn't think she was boring, did he? Why would someone like him want to hang out with a boring person more outside of work? At the very least, he seemed to think she had interesting things to say. Even if she had unintentionally horrified him with that fact about pigs the other day. He hadn't seemed angry about it or anything.