I just had one of the most confusing conversations... ever. I’d try to explain it, but I’m afraid my head would explode.
I hate when that happens.
You know, you are going along, thinking everything is normal, and someone walks up to you, and you think they are normal, and then, suddenly, you are trapped in a conversation you are sure is being spoken in Tolkein’s Elvish language or Sanskrit.
So, you find yourself kinda squinting at the other person, more watching their lips move than listening (because there is NO chance that will help), and maybe praying just a little bit for the sweet release of death before it comes time for you to have to formulate a logical response to a question born of the chaos of the other’s enigmatic mind.
Then, invariably, the creature in front of you stops speaking, obviously awaiting brilliance from your own mouth to flow out. You try to formulate the response, walking that fine edge between saying "I have no idea what you are talking about" and "I’d rather drive a pen into my own ear than continue speaking with you."
And, in appreciation of your effort of trying to be tactful, what do you get? You get a questioning look and are required to try to translate what you just said from English (your native language) to Crazy (their native language).
I have an expression I’ve come up with. I know it is completely original, for it was born of these situations where you are trying to explain something and the other person does not quite have the grasp linear thought to catch on.
It is like trying to teach a horse to knit.
It just popped into my head one day after an exchange with a coworker. I don’t know why I picked that turn of phrase, but it seemed to fit my feelings at the moment quite well.
Now that I’ve vented a little, I just need to relax and desperately try to stop replaying the conversation that inspired this rant in my head. Because, there is still a chance my head could explode.
And, as I said, I hate when that happens.
Type at you later.
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