The Isolated Blurt Thread: I Learned The Truth at XVII

[Noor]

There are two people I know who are absolutely impossible to end a conversation or to get off the telephone. One of 'em is male and the other female.


I dread it when I run into either one on the street or one of them calls. You simply cannot get them to shut up; they blather on endlessly.


Quite evidently, they are oblivious to general convention and the subtle social cues that inform most people that a conversation is over.


As the minutes tick by, I find myself holding the telephone receiver at arm's length while I grit my teeth and murmur curses. I always find myself looking for openings to end the conversation without being rude.


The result is that I do almost anything I can to avoid them.


One of these days, I'm probably going to lose it. I fervently hope that when that happens, it won't end up on the evening news.


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They probably don't realize they are doing it.
Just tell them you have to go.

"Oops, look at the time, I have to dash" usually works for me.
On the phone you can invent someone at the door if you wish, or just say "sorry to cut this short but I really have to go now"

You can also try "I'm going to have to let you go now" then you can add anything you want so I can finish x, meet my deadline, get ready for an appointment whatever.

 

[trysail]

They probably don't realize they are doing it.
Just tell them you have to go.

"Oops, look at the time, I have to dash" usually works for me.
On the phone you can invent someone at the door if you wish, or just say "sorry to cut this short but I really have to go now"

You can also try "I'm going to have to let you go now" then you can add anything you want so I can finish x, meet my deadline, get ready for an appointment whatever.

That is, of course, good and practical advice— and, all-too-frequently, I am forced to resort to some permutation of it to free myself from their clutches.


I really dislike having to do it, though. I don't like misrepresentation and little "white lies;" they make me uncomfortable.



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[Jennifer]

It's called "business"...

...and Jennifer proved that herself when she stated that $$ loss was "the only downside".

It's all about the $$ to her, and all about the $$ to her employer...

...you want to pick a side to feel progressively sorry for?

Go for it.

Me?

I chose to stop participating in such "business"...

...many, many moons ago.

You don't have a fucking clue about how I feel.

Or how sarcasm works.

 

[eyer]

You don't have a fucking clue about how I feel.

And some declare there isn't a God.

 

[spacekowboy]

Best host ever.

Just wait till I get home.

 

[Lyricalli]

That is, of course, good and practical advice— and, all-too-frequently, I am forced to resort to some permutation of it to free myself from their clutches.


I really dislike having to do it, though. I don't like misrepresentation and little "white lies;" they make me uncomfortable.

I find that "Thanks for calling; I have to go now. There's something that needs my attention" is never a lie. There's always something else I could be paying attention to rather than endless blathering. Follow it up with a goodbye, and just hang up. Perhaps they'll eventually just stop calling, then you won't have to worry about avoiding them anymore.

 

[IrezumiKiss]

Eyer sure is feeling his nutsack today.

He's perkier than a pair of pre-surgery bolt-ons in the refrigerator.

What happened today, guy?

Didja get a rare warm fuzzy in your draws last night while sleeping in your hammock? Did a coyote come in through the cat door and start licking your face to make you start dreamin' those special dreams of a lonely, sexually frustrated male?

http://www.reactiongifs.com/r/2011/09/illK6U.gif

 

[neci]

he's like a dancing 2" hardon.

 

[Fata Morgana]

Fucking wankbiscuit.

 

[JohnnySavage]

The Marine Raiders are back. That's nice to see.

Perhaps a verse:

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.​

 

[Jennifer]

micropenis

 

[neci]

i could use some sexy time, but i can't find it.

 

[Fata Morgana]

Lack witted bellend.

 

[Garnate]

Lack witted bellend.

I thought we decided you'd only call me those things in the bedroom.

 

[Pookie]

micropenis

I miss Marxist.

 

[Fata Morgana]

I thought we decided you'd only call me those things in the bedroom.

You know what I like to call you in the boudoir, Thunderflaps.

 

[neci]

i think it's all better now.

 

[butters]

Fucking wankbiscuit.

*checks steeple-chasing odds*

worth a flutter?

 

[Garnate]

You know what I like to call you in the boudoir, Thunderflaps.

Gawd. Tell everyone whydontchu.

 

[Noor]

That is, of course, good and practical advice— and, all-too-frequently, I am forced to resort to some permutation of it to free myself from their clutches.


I really dislike having to do it, though. I don't like misrepresentation and little "white lies;" they make me uncomfortable.



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Aren't you already misrepresenting by staying on the phone with them when you have other things to do? It's hardly a lie to say you have things to do.

It is not the other person's fault. You are putting yourself in their "clutches." Think about why they are in your life? Is there a reason?

 

[Littlefinger]

Huzzah! Submitted book 2 for print review! Going through the process for the first time, formatting, cover creation, and uploading to CreateSpace, took me about 14 hours over 2 days. This time, for the second part of the series, took me half an hour. That's some learning curve, eh!

 

[Fata Morgana]

Congrats!

 

[Littlefinger]

Congrats!

Thank you! So excited!

 

[Fata Morgana]

Thank you! So excited!

Wait til it's in What are you fuckers reading?

 

[Disgustipated]

Thank you! So excited!

I shall take credit for my sound advice