“Oh, no! Not you, again!” is something my mum always says, usually when I’m bored and asking her for the billionth time to entertain me. Or when I want something but I’m beating around the bush and won’t just ask and be done with it.
Nope, sometimes I prefer to draw things out. Why, I don’t know. It’s painful for both parties and when I finally do say it, it’s never as bad as my imagination has convinced me it is.
Then again, some of the things we try to convince ourselves are good, are sometimes far worse than our memories have preserved them.