…tell someone…who corners you every chance they get…
locking you into conversations having no real relevance or are so tangential you cannot even follow them.
When this person speaks of October, they are talking about October of 1980…not October a few days ago…
This person blocks doorways and doesn’t allow two-way conversations because they know your words will be, “I have to go”. “Somethings burning in the oven.” “I have to wash my hair.”
The worst part is this person has a very distracting facial-feature.
She has a beard.
A straggly, pointy, out of control chin-goatee-like beard (with very long and wild hairs) you can’t help but focus on while these conversations about 1980 and bean sprouts and flying pigs and erasers are taking place.
No, the beard is not her fault. And I fully understand the medical reasons why women can get facial hair, but it’s just that the untamed beard sidetracks you. And you feel guilty for looking at it. It’s so bushy and she’s in your face and you can’t get away without telling her some sort of fib.
There is just nothing worse than being sucked into these conversations at every untimely moment. No one has time for it.
It’s really, really difficult.
And no she is not senile, or mentally ill or really old.
And yes, she is obviously lonely but…but…
So how do you tell her politely, that you have to go…without hurting her feelings.