You know that kid that never shuts up even when you desperately need a moment of silence? They ramble on and on about the stupidest and most irrelevant things, and nothing they say is new due to the fact that they're more repetitive than Degrassi re-runs. They talk so much that their voice is permanently embedded into your brain, so even when they're not there, you can still hear them telling you how much they love watching old Degrassi re-runs and how much they hate American education. It gets so bad that you dread the thought of your next encounter and embrace each moment the two of you part. It's as if with each goodbye, your heart reaches new heights and solar systems that science has yet to, and likely never will, discover. It's as if each goodbye is an ironic blessing, a beautifully disguised gift.
Isn't it so much worse when in that same moment, you're filled with shame and guilt for being so fed up with someone who is supposed to be your friend? The fact that this person is probably a lonely soul and reaching out for a pair of ears that will listen. You place yourself in their shoes and your heart sinks below the sea level. You deem yourself a terrible person and force yourself to put up with it, just to somehow make up for your selfishness and lack of sensitivity.
It's a lose-lose situation.
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