Being With a Non Listening Talker

Talking. Talking. Talking. At first it is fun, maybe even entertaining. You are not sure exactly sure when it turns, but it does. Suddenly the monopolizer’s ramblings no longer seem charming. Patience worn thin, you try a few times to interject a word. There is no pause, no break. Constant talking. Inane talking. Nonsense talking. You try blatant rudeness. Still no pause. Suddenly you are annoyed, irritated, angry. It is the same feeling you get as when you put your turn signal on and watch Incredulously as six cars and a truck speed up, so you miss your turn off the freeway. Rudeness personified. Self-centeredness to the inth degree. Magnificently selfish. I walk away as she obtusely, self-absorbed, is still talking, talking, talking. She yells after me in a way that indicates that I am the rude one. I wave, resolving to forevermore avoid this non-listener like the plaque that she is.