For The Love of God, Please Stop Talking!

Have you ever been in a situation where someone is talking to you and keeps going on and on? When you think they’re finished, they say, “Anywaaaay…” and start over at the beginning of their annoying story. So you plaster on a fake smile and nod while trying to keep your eyes from rolling so far back into your head they can see yesterday.

Meanwhile, your ears are on auditory overload and your brain is having a hissy fit, saying I’m trying to be nice, but no amount of medication or therapy could have prepared me for dealing with you today and what the fuck are you even talking about?

You agree with everything they say because they won’t let you talk anyway, and maybe if they get the validation they need, they’ll shut up…but NOPE! They talk more.

Now, your brain is screaming ABORT! ABORT! So you politely excuse yourself to escape to the restroom to pee (AKA hide). If given the choice, you’d rather stick hot pokers in your eyes than listen to anything else that person has to say, because there is no doubt the hot pokers would be substantially less painful and annoying than their voice.

Or is that just me?