I finally understood why my friend keeps interrupting me — she's not rude, she's just allergic to silence and I'm her EpiPen. Last week I was explaining why I'd switched therapists, got three words in, and she'd already diagnosed me, prescribed me, and moved on to her divorce. I've started timing how long I can talk before she jump-cuts me like I'm a TikTok. My current record is four seconds, which I'm pretty sure is less than it takes to say "actually, I wasn't finished."