There’s no dialogue anymore. If you’re lucky, you get to alternate monologues. Even this doesn’t happen all the time. You’re reading a monologue right now and I thank you for that. We might as well embrace the process, and celebrate the soliloquy.
Don’t ask for my opinion just to get me to listen to you rant. Tell me the rant. I don’t care if you value my opinion. What bothers me is the lie.
“I’d love to get your take on this,” he lied. What he wanted was validation. He wanted me to watch the commercial, oops, I mean listen to his story. I was in the gym at the time and had no way to fast forward.
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