Interrupted

I don't know if it's funny
And I don't know if it's sad
I don't know if I like it
Or if I should be angry

But it's teaching me to blurt out the answers
And when to keep my mouth shut
And now I think I've unlearned the difference
Between the "hello" and the "good-bye"

And I'm thirsty. Not in a metaphorical way, but really thirsty for a cold glass of water, clinking ice cubes.