>I’m going out to lunch with my mentor from church tomorrow. She’s absolutely fabulous, but I’m really concerned about keeping up my end of the conversation. My mom always…. searching for a word other than complains…. ah, points out that it’s almost impossible to have a real conversation with me because I don’t hold up my end. Sometimes I’ll willingly talk for a few exchanges, and then I just run out of words and completely quit. I can talk about Elsie, but I always say the same things and I’m guessing my mentor is starting to notice. Also, I hate to talk and eat. I like to eat my food and only eat my food. It’s too hard to focus on talking when I’m trying to eat, and I gave up many years ago. So when I eat, I do it in silence. Tomorrow, I will have to manage both talking and eating. And I’ll have to make sure I use my manners for both.
Why did I ever agree to this lunch thing? So much to go wrong!