constant interrupting
You finally get a chance to speak at dinner, so you take a breath and start: "I've been thinking about—" Your friend nods encouragingly, which you recognize as a trap. By word three, they're already launching into their own story about something vaguely related. You sit there nodding like a dashboard toy, waiting for a conversational red light that never comes. Eventually you just adopt their energy and start interrupting them mid-sentence, and somehow you both feel great about it. Democracy.
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