For some people, time, audience and atmosphere mean nothing when it’s time to talk. Exhausted after a log day of work? They will fry your brain with details about something that might happen if we don’t do this right away and are you listening? At work, asking how someone’s weekend went? Let me tell you every detail and then how those details connect to other details from the past when I also had weekends.
What is this dark habit people have, where talking is just a means of venting grievances or spewing out excitements to conceal the blunt despair of daily life and all its uncertainty? What explains their lack of ability to put things aside for a better and more productive time, where solutions can be found in a fast and efficient manner? What is this anxiety?
The gods of entertainment are themselves baffled.