I talk to old people sometimes, regularly in fact...

but have you ever been in a situation where it's been 2 hours, and they're not even telling stories, it's just mundane bullshit about how they picked out a pumpkin over and over again, but they don't even stop to take a breath, they just keep going and going. Yeah, how do you tell a miserable, lonely, old person that you just really have to go because frankly I don't feel like wasting hours of my life acting as Xanax?

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bijouxbroussard · F

Yeah. As I get closer to that side of it I wonder if it’s just a ‘thing’ about getting old where the brain goes into a loop. Pop has to catch himself or he’ll fixate on a small detail (“but y’know, people sometimes do that, not this way or that way but the other way, when I was a kid they didn’t do it that way—“) and I’ll say “Pop !” and he snaps out of it. Or Mom repeating stories. I don’t look forward to that. I try to be really patient, since I love them and they’re still sharper than most.